my sweetie pie

"There was a little girl, who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead.... When she was good, she was very very good....

But when she was bad she was horrid!" (I do not know who wrote that, but whoever it was: Genius!)

This morning was pleasant enough....a walk with Rosie in the breezy cloudy warmth, enjoying my lilacs in the front yard. I always stop to smell them, I just close my eyes and smell and smell and smell...it makes me think of my mother, very powerfully. I wish they bloomed all year long, they just blossomed and are thinking of fading already.

I made omelets and eggs and sausage and juice and English muffins for breakfast for those of us who were home. Abigail went shopping with Mali, Margaret, Kathryn, Evelyn, and a few of their friends. Benjamin is still sleeping, Mirielle is in Detroit...so it was a smallish crew. Just Paul and I and Joseph, Aaron, Samuel, Suzanne, Sonja, Jonathan, Charlotte Claire, and Camille.

We have lots of things to do around here, and when I say "we", I mean Paul. The hose doesn't work...well, it works, but it gets more water down in the basement than it does out the hose. He is working on that today, which means he is at the hardware store with Jonathan. I have been bugging him a bit about the hot tub, but he says he will get the pool going first. Those are just the ones off the top of my head, without getting into the edging of the window he put in a few years back, or the screen repairs or the automatic ice maker.....Paul has so very little time, that I try to really not sweat the small stuff, and just be glad for what does get done around here. I do love him and don't want to give into that nagging and pushing for things. I like to see him be able to relax with his guitar sometimes. One thing I have found is when I keep it more organized and picked up in here, it is less stressful, and he is more relaxed.

Today I am going to my nephew's wedding. I didn't find anything nice to wear while shopping yesterday. Well, I found lots of nice things, but nothing cheap enough. The weather has been so cloudy lately, I haven't been able to sit out in the sun, so I feel pale and ugly. Vanity goes deep. I do not want to be a slave to it, though. I don't wear makeup or do anything to my long tangly hair, except to wash it and put up in a clip. But that doesn't mean it isn't still in me to want to look nice. God is opposed to the proud, but gives grace to the humble. I would much rather choose humility and have grace.....but it is a battle!

Well, as the Saturday morning turns into Saturday day, I can think of lots of things I could be doing, rather than sitting here blissfully. And I do mean blissfully. Joseph brought me a second cup of coffee, and reminded me of the Lindt truffles that Abigail had bought me for Mother's Day, still sitting up on top of the refridgerator. There are only twelve in the bag, so it seemed like a good time to crack into them...I like the white ones best. Camille had a white one, too, it is child-friendly.....they are all gone, except for the two we put aside for Paul and Jonathan.....now Sonja can stop asking me when we are having them....