Normal Life

We’re waiting for the rain, and waiting for this baby, and waiting for Jesus to come back. I’m not a betting person, but I did finally bet my mother today-coffee and bagels at Panera that this baby doesn’t come until a week from tomorrow, Wednesday the 17th, the day of Good Shepherd’s 106th Harvest Dinner, during the dinner. I’m not sure how to work out odds, but I’ve read The Great Sermon Handicap twice in the last week trying to figure out how it all works.

Meanwhile, A has acquired a Helmet and tunic sort of thing to go with his sword. ‘I’, he said to me this afternoon, ‘am the knight of the world’. The helmet is enormous but very satisfying.

R has been playing the piano.

E bought lunch in the school cafeteria for the first time, to her own immense satisfaction.

So basically we’re all fussing along in our own quiet ways.