I love the gray and the green together, reminding me so much of Oregon as it does. Its not that I always require sun, its that the sun should be there if everything is brown and dead, like in Mali. But if the sky is going to be gray, then everything should be green. Binghamton has got it backwards. But today is ok.
And also, my rose is starting to bloom.
There is a brief moment while it blooms at the same time as this, whatever this is.
Is there any felicity superior to this? (Is that the way it goes? I am misremembering. And which book is it in? Oh well.)
Today I have to do a bunch of stuff. I don't even remember what. I'm sure none of you are interested. Yesterday we tried to regain some order after experiencing a week nearly as busy and intense as Holy Week. I didn't go into it thinking it would be that busy and so was seriously caught off guard and landed on Monday trying to pick up the threads of my sweet shattered mind. (Is that from a song? Which song?) The children also, as happens so often, arrived upon Sunday and Monday feeling neglected and tired and stressed by the disorder everywhere. So requiring of order, they, with no prompting from me, cleaned their rooms and then we rearraged some furniture and in the girls' room, I hung these.
I'm glad I don't have to sleep in all the pink fluff, but they are pretty happy. As soon as I hung them, Elphine climbed into her bed and turned on Little Women and lay there for an hour. I'm beginning to think she's not as extraverted as she wants all of us to believe.
Alouicious filled a huge bin with toys he wants to give away and made his bed. So weird. I still yelled a lot, just to cover my surprise, and so they wouldn't get too comfortable.
Just kidding, I was too tired to yell. I took all the linens out of the hall closet and moved all the shoes there so we don't have to stumble around over them in the entryway.
Then we watched Percy Jackson Two. Well, Matt and I surfed facebook and texted each other while the children shouted, 'This is a good part!' and 'This is a scary part!' and so on and so forth.
Then I went out and picked all of this in a fit.
You know, you're going along quietly, minding your own business, and then you are possessed suddenly of a violent impulse to pick all your rhubarb right away, and so, in the near dark, you fling yourself at it and then can't carry it all in in one go and your children stand around saying, 'Mommy, whateryoudoing? Mommy, whateryoudoing? Mommy, whateryoudoing?' until your poor husband explains helpfully 'Mommy is picking all the rhubarb right now. Go to bed!'
This week is going to be busy too. I don't know how busy, but I expect it will be more than I expect. Nobody expects the…what is that from? I better go try to put my mind in order now that the house is partially there.
Have a lovely day!
Preventing Grace
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