It's Over

January 5th can't come soon enough.

I may be in trouble

O.K. I did something I don't do. I didn't consult the fisherman, I just did it. It could potentially cost $900! I haven't spent the money yet, but I intend to do just that. I did not ask permission. I have ordered a detailed estimate and I am excited and unremorseful about the consequences. I am tired of waiting on the man to do the things I want done. I hope to do this without inconveniencing him at all. Please, Lord, help me!

Silver Sienna

Reasons I like my car:

1. It's mine.
2. It's paid for.
3. It seats eight.
4. It is flexible, unlike many people I know.
5. It is still running.
6. It has a working radio and c.d. player.
7. I can talk to God there uninterrupted (while alone).
8. I can sing at the top of my lungs whatever I want (again, while alone).
9. The kids are strapped in, keeping them from running away from me.
10. I can go to McD.'s in it.

Too long

I can't believe it's been a year since I posted anything on this blogsite. I guess I felt like I was talking to myself like a strange person so I quit. But the fact of the matter is, I do talk to myself and I like it. So here I am again. I've been too gone for too long.

My sweet fisherman built a new shower where our old fiberglass number used to reside. It's a vast improvement over the fiberglass form that we wore out. Nowadays, I'm spritzing in a tile job with brand new chrome fixtures. It's enough to make a grown girl get giddy. I love alliteration.

I didn't realize how much praying I did in the old shower until I was using the new one. We had to share with our brood in an upstairs potty place that is much less private. I know I didn't pray in that one, except to say "Thank You, Lord that I didn't slip on the toys in the bottom here." I quipped to my husband that what he really did was to construct a new temple for me. So now, I go into the bathroom and prepare for a shower, knowing that I will get at least five minutes of prayer time with Jesus. He's always there, I just forget to keep talking to him. The whole world is my temple really. It's been too long since I spoke to Him minute by minute.

The smell of fun

He didn't catch anything this particular evening, but neither did anybody else. I don't think that the shore suits this wild one. He has slept in a hurricane. He is as cool as a cucumber when everyone around him is losing their head. I love this about him. It's a perk of being the fisherman's wife. He got a lead on a boat last night. It sounds like it's the one right up our alley. In other words, affordable. I hope the boat turns out to be the "one" that he's been dreaming over and fawning over for months and years. He wants a boat for himself and for us and I want what he wants. I want that dream, too. In my romantic, idealistic thoughts I picture the five of us on the water (perfectly calm, of course) with our poles all in a row. What an image. Dad and son and daughter and daughter and mom all catching the fish and squealing and having a great time. O, I hope this dream is within reach.

A need to know

Did you ever beg someone to know a secret? When the answer or information was given, did you just feel a need to give it back? It's like the age-old forbidden fruit thing. If you eat it, you will know stuff. But the stuff isn't necessarily helpful or pretty or nicely said or edifying or even just make you feel better. That's where I am today. Wishing I hadn't pushed for information. Wishing I didn't know an awful truth. It is truth, but blissful ignorance seems better now. So what do I do with this? Do I stuff the information or beg God to block it from my mind or call a spade a spade and say so what? I don't know.

Come, and let us return unto the LORD: for he hath torn and he will heal us; he hath smitten, and he will bind us up. After two days will he revive us: in the third day he will raise us up, and we shall live in his sight. Hosea 6:1,2

Calling all Harry Potter fans!

Number seven has come and has been gobbled up here. I miss Harry. More than Harry I miss Snape (or was that Alan Rickman I miss?). Dontcha just wish there was a little more? That's a good yarn, one that leaves you with the feeling that the character just left the room. So what did the rest of you think of the last installment of J.K. Rowling? Inquiring minds want to know.

New look

Do ya like it? I thought I'd play with a little update, here. Nothing like summer time rain to keep one indoors and bored. I should be doing something constructive. But this is better, right? The above fishies are from a trip the old man took. This isn't only his catch, rather a collection from all the patrons on board. I thought it was pretty. Yum!