I've been living them and drawing them, but I sure haven't been posting them!
Here is the rest of my blessed August.
August 22
I spent a good deal of the day 'pondering' ("What's it all about, Alfie?"), since I had some decisions to make, and my mind and body were both at rest after a week in the wild.
Plus - and this is a really big deal, because it means my Chicken Raisin' Seester can't call me a princess anymore - I took my first shower in eight days.
That's right.
I went a whole, entire, complete, unabridged week without a shower.
Can I have my Tough Girl badge now?
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August 23
We had Little Man here for awhile and we built our first card-table tent for him.
The simple things are the best.
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August 24
I worked on those invitations I told you about, for that special occasion I told you about, for that very special girl I told you about.
So.
I guess you've been told.
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August 25
Words cannot explain how good it felt when the temperature dropped after a long, hot summer in Oklahoma.
I walked (and pondered) and walked (and pondered) and walked (and pondered) and walked some more.
And then I turned around and walked home.
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August 26
I concluded my pondering and made my decisions (and my deals).
Then we had the pleasure of a visit with the Prince's sister and her husband and daughter...
...over a delicious meal cooked by our niece.
We are rich.
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August 27
Remember this book I blogged about?
If you are local, and if you are at all interested in "upcycled books", you'll want to catch the exhibit of altered books (showing until October 9th) at [Artspace] at Untitled.
The exhibit is free - donations accepted - and so is parking, just behind the building.
Maybe you'll be very blessed, like I was, and have a dear old friend with you when you go.
And maybe you could do me a favor, too.
Ask someone who works there to explain their logo (which I poorly represented above).
Inquiring minds want to know.
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August 28
Did you notice that little blurb on the Inchie above about J&R camping in our yard?
I just love those two shoots.
These are people who think outside the box.
In fact, I don't think they know there is a box.
They wanted to go camping, but the urge came too late to plan a getaway.
No obstacle.
"Let's camp in our back yard."
"Um. It's a little too, um, sloped."
"How 'bout the folks yard?"
"That sounds good."
They had no idea how "sounds" would play into it.
They came and pitched their tent, and we proceeded to have a wonderful evening of visiting.
Then we went to bed, and they went to 'camp'.
Thing is...
It's not quiet in the city.
There are dogs.
And sirens.
And people who party into the morning hours.
And traffic.
And there was a full moon.
Which they sleeplessly watched move from one side of the tent to the other.
And then they gave up.
We found them in the living room in the morning.
And we made them a nice breakfast and patted their little heads.
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August 29
It was a weekend of duress for our Miss Helping Hands, whose car was hurt in an accident on Friday night.
She had to leave it here so we could take it to the hospital for her, which meant we had to taxi her back to college.
Under the circumstances, it could have been a wearisome trip, but she handled the situation with such grown-up grace that we had one of our most pleasant rides.
We worked the Sunday crossword together while the Prince manned the wheel.
And we finished the whole thing.
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August 30
All that pondering I did when I came home from my vacation lead to a fairly significant change in my daily life.
I got into my scrubs and went back to work part time.
Different job description.
But the same lovely co-workers.
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August 31
Every once in awhile I become so acutely aware of the goodness of God in our lives that it almost takes my breath away.
Our shoot, Cable Guy, used one of his day's off work to go scouting for parts (big ones, like the hood!) for his sister's injured car.
Then he took a day of his vacation time to put all the new pieces of her car together so it would be ready for the paint shop Monday.
We drove the car (hood-less, for shame!) out to his place on Tuesday so he could work on it at home.
When we arrived, Little Man was just returning from the store with his Mama.
We kicked the ball around in the front yard for a few minutes before his Dadda got home.
Then he was all about the big safety cone.
Dadda's company truck has to have safety cones around it when it's parked, and it was just too fun to watch the Little Man lug that cone - which is nearly as big as he is - out to the street.
I'd say "it's the simple things", but...
It's really not all that simple for a little boy to learn to be a man.