Outside my window...we have the southern version of Buffalo, NY going on here. It has been raining hard and steadily since early yesterday morning. How fortunate that Doug raised up the path leading to the garbage pails and filled in the low spots in front of the shed on Saturday. He also cleaned out the gutters and I am pleased to report that they are flowing freely at this time.
I am thinking...about the wisdom of staying inside and getting a lot done today, she thinks as lightning fills the room and the boom of thunder follows. Yep, staying home and inside with the music cranked up good and loud.
I am thankful...for leisurely Sunday's spent beside my husband. Casual conversation, warm drinks, good movies, lots of laughter, and talks with our children punctuate the day.
This man that I married has been a blessing in so many ways. He is the finest example of love that I know, of dying to self in order to show Christ to those around him. Every breath he takes is an expression of the faith that he has in the Resurrection.
I am continuing to read....7 Secrets of Confession by Vinny Flynn. I predict that this book is going to become one that I reread over and over again. There is so much food for my soul in it that there is no way I can consume it all in one sitting.
In the creativity department....I have a stack of bag orders on the table that I plan on dispatching today. I have run into a problem. I have exhausted all of the suitable cargo pants in the thrift stores that are close by. I may need to make a run to Greenville and outlying thrift stores in order to build up my stash. Not complaining by any means. A lack of cargo pants put by means I am selling bags! I also have a choir robe to alter for a neighboring church and an apron to get done and shipped before the end of the week. That should take me to Tuesday.
From the kitchen....there is chicken noodle soup on tap.
A few plans for the rest of the week...clear the boards of all this work and get things shipped. Wednesday Matthew arrives for a visit!!!!!! Thursday we go to my brother's house to celebrate the feast of Thanks. Friday or Saturday my brother, Tom comes for a visit and, alas, Sunday Matthew has to go back to Ft. Bragg. I plan on packing every second with love, laughter, and hugs.
The picture thought that I am sharing is a word picture....warm hugs, the scents of cooking, and the hum of conversation spiced by occasional dollops of laughter. This is what I wish for everyone on Thanksgiving.