When do you belive them?

Ruth wanted to bring home a couch from the church. Seems the church has had enough of kids on couches, the ad read, small, teal, leather, couch in good shape. What came home today was a Large blue/green pleather couch in bad condition. She has it in her room and is loving it! So much fun came from it today but they will have to have it hauled off at some later date when she gets some taste. Lyz had something like this with a banana stuffed she saw at a neighbors garage sale. It was as large as she was at 5 and she had 4 whole weeks of allowance and she spent it on that. The kids had more fun with that than almost anything else we ever gave them except maybe the swing set/slide and Sahara in a box. They drug each other around on that banana mostly just before bedtime. They sat on it when we read, they fought over it and mostly Lyz laid on it and read.  So the couch stays b/c it is not in my way. It brings her joy and it will be a source of most fun made of it! I keep thinking they are adults now and can be trusted but really I think it take awhile.

I am alone

I am all alone this morning. Everyone is out the door. This is a great feeling. I have just come away from my dusty piano singing a song my friend Kate woke up thinking of this morning He Leadeth Me what a great old hymn. I love old hymns, I love allot music but old hymns that I have been singing since I was a little girl keep me thinking not only of the words of comfort and truth but where I was when I was first aware of this song. Little, in a dress and gloves, that is how we went to church when I was little, beside others, sining my heart out. I couldn't have even been reading as someone had a finger under the words for me to follow, but I was just belting it out! I always have loved to sing. I think it is going to take a long while for me to not really cherish this alone time. Time to think, sing, dance, alone...It has been years.....

Baby Harry

We went to lunch today after church with baby Harry and his mom and dad or nanny and chauffeur as my husband calls parents. He is a little boy with Downs Syndrome in our church. He turned 2 last Sunday. He is so sweet and reminds us of Noah so much. It is a different road to parent a child with Special Needs. They do things so differently and their needs are such that it seems to others on the outside that you should be "making your child do X" when you know they are just on their own time table and really there is so little we can "make " a child do anyway. Harry reached out for Carl when we were leaving. Carl hardly ever holds another person's child but oh Harry can't be told no and that is a good thing. People with special needs force us to do things we are not always comfortable with but are always glad we did. Carl smiled so big when he held Harry and to Harry's credit he reached out for me to hold him too. He is a sweetie. I do love babies...

Readings

"She passed Joshua Appleby's bookshop with an awed glance for all the books inside, and she thought it must be wonderful and it surprised her that the gentry who were able to read could be bored. Yet they were. What was the matter with them?"  The Dean's Watch by Elizabeth Goudge pg 111

What is the matter with us. Like it or not we are the gentry. We have education, music, books, art, poetry at our finger tips and I must confess I too can be weary. Why is that? Time, not taking the time to let things sink in. Yesterday I saw the wonderful movie Julie, Julia and today I was busy at the market and going here and there. Shopping on Craig's list  and not settling down to remember this wonderful film and it's impact on me. I will see this again with friends and I will be able to see the furnishings and pots and pans. The accouterments of life that surround us and make a statement about who we are. I love to go to peoples home and see how many bookshelves they have and if they are full of books what kind they are! It tells so much about people. The gentry I hang with have lots of books and they read them and discuss them.

Today

I am starting a blog today. It is a need to talk that makes me do this. I talk all the time in my head. I write stories, I sing songs, I paint and draw, I am alive. I have to tell others about it and just e-mailing all my friends daily is getting to be harder to do with all I want to accomplish so I have decided to talk to everyone this way. That way if you want to read me you can if not ok too.
Farmer's Market today in our little town. I just love it. There are the ladies with the best tomatoes, the egg lady, the lady with flowers who today asked if I walked this morning? She noticed me walking? I don't know her but now I do. She walks around the lake every morning too. Maybe someday we will walk together. Then I cruise the non talkative people. There is the older man who has had really good melons. I walked by him today but came back and bought small potatoes. I usually walk by all the cakes and breads as I can make those myself but today I bought white bread cinnamon rolls. Yum they were good. Tempted to buy Okra but couldn't remember the recipe I was told and so thought that I'd better wait until next week.
I came home with cantaloupe, eggs, potatoes,tomatoes,green peppers and of course wonderful flowers. Now on to Wal-Mart. Just not the same experience.