A Glimpse for Papa

 

Every Thursday night Gary and Linda come over for supper. Gary and Linda Supper.  Glupper. 

Sometimes, if we are lucky, we get Kemuel too.  (Does this mean we need to call it Kglupper?  Glupperk?  Klugpper?)

Tonight we had pulled pork sandwiches, coleslaw, tomato-corn salad, Sunchips and leftover birthday cupcakes.

I will be having ice cream tonight too. (You know I will.)

It rained.  The temperature dropped almost 20 degrees.

The boys loaded all the hay into the hayloft even when the hay elevator stopped working properly.

The cows and pigs continue to survive.  The kittens do too.  (I know, you are less excited about that.)

I read stories to the children.

The children and I "swam" in algae water.  Which actually looked more like kids swimming in green murk while I stood waist deep and as still as could be and warned everyone to keep their mouths closed.  (It was gross.)

I picked up several dozen ears of corn kind neighbors were getting rid of.

I admired my dahlias.

I made several flower bouquets.  I put one next to my bed.

I swept.

I asked Adele' and Ineke to harvest all the ripe tomatoes... and they missed about half.

Andrew mowed.

I did laundry.  Cleaned more stuff from the floor.  Put things away.  All the never ending things.

I sorted through the "sentimental" bin and found all the lovenotes from days gone by.  I thought this would make me happy.  I was surprised to find it actually had the opposite effect.   I wonder if the man these days feels the same way as the man back then wrote? What say ye?

I tucked them all safely away again to be rediscovered in another few decades.

I went grocery shopping.

I paid some bills.

I *almost* caught up on emails.

I wondered when I would finally get to organizing the school room. Or finish Moses' room. 

I enjoyed listening to your voice when you called.

I finished reading The Crucible and will pick up Respectable Sins tonight before bed.  (But after icecream.)

I blogged so you could catch a glimpse.

I love you.