Life in My World from A-Z

Abba’s been on repeat.

Beans all popped up in the garden. It was old, old seed, but it’s the best and I can’t get anymore of it so we were worried. Shouldn’t have been. Best stand of beans yet.

C on an assignment. The instructor asked if I wanted to do it over because she thought I must not have understood the directions. C is okay. My expectations are much different for me than they were for the kids. I’m almost ready to believe F stands for finished-it-at-least.

Double rainbows—full ones. One was so brilliant it glowed and all of the colors were visible. Incredible. I had never seen one (make that two) like it. Ande and Grace both gasped when we saw it and whispered almost simultaneously, “Thank you Heavenly Father!” It was that impressive.

Emptied the back seat of the car by returning books to the library and only brought one home, The Help.

Frogs are croaking long and loud at night. It’s fun to go to sleep listening to them.

Ground wheat and made four and a half loaves of wheat bread and four loaves of white bread.

Haircut. Happy day.

Ironing. Lots of ironing.

Jogging. Still hate it. I do it for the walk-high afterward. (Well, that and so I can eat more.)

Killdeer eggs hatched, except one. Grace asked, “Does the mother know?”

Lunch and scrapbooking with Grace, and Susan, and Susan’s daughters, Meg and Lilly. I’m doing a dog book for Trevor. Didn’t think I’d ever do a dog book, but Rusty died a few months ago and Trevor asked me to make a book of him. Never say never. Susan is running a marathon soon. I can safely say I’ll never do that.

Michelle Rogge made me a gathering apron. It is wonderful and the fabric is darling (vegetables and chicken wire). This is going to be fancy—no more using my dress hem or shirt as a basket for garden vegetables or eggs.

No word from Cali and Ray. I’m hoping that means they are safe and sound in the jungle. (Is there a jungle in Belize?)

Olive Garden lunch with Kristy, Grace’s sister, and her husband

Perinatologist and ultrasound appointment for Grace and Clara. No new news except that Clara continues to grow.

Quart of whipping cream is in the fridge so that Ande can make crème brulee this afternoon.

Ribs are on the grill. Calvin is one great barbecue-er.

“Spaceship broke down, needs repaired” was the sign of a homeless man in Spokane. I think he truly believed it was. Several of us stopped to help fix it.

Time waits for no man. I’ve struggled all week with being late.

Unnecessary pictures were taken. Sometimes Ty teases me about what pictures are on the blog, “Asparagus? Really? Mom, you posted a picture of asparagus?” Today’s picture-less post is dedicated to Ty.

Visker, our neighbor, told me a funny story on the ditch bank this morning about his grandkids.

Water heater is fixed.

Xanthic dandelions are popping out. Ande was rocking in the chair on the patio this morning so I picked one for her just like she used to for me. I wish someone wouldn’t have called them a weed a long time ago.

Year of school is nearly over. It’s been a great year.

Zesty Italian sausage is what Ande used to make the best tortellini soup Friday night.


And that's my week from A-Z.