Well, as of around one o'clock tomorrow, he'll be gone. It's been such a good season, huh? So much to be thankful for, so many blessings. This next six months'll be good, too, but I'll miss him. And he'll take a piece of my heart along with him.
OK mom, cool it.

Sonday

I've been wondering lately if I should treat Sunday as a special day. John said, "I was in the Spirit on the Lord's Day..." so maybe Sunday really is the Lord's Day and should be lived differently. By 'differently', I mean in a manner befitting the Lord. Like reverently, quietly, etc. Dunno. But today is Sunday and I started it out by watering the garden, weeding, putting pine straw under the watermelon vines, etc. It was delightful. The sun wasn't real hot and the world seemed fresh. It put me in mind of how Adam must have felt when the world was all new and clean. I didn't have to wear my sunhat so I could see things above nose height. Instead of using the LOUD intrusive scary weedeater, I cut the grass with scissors.

Tonight I get to watch the 3-5s while their parents are worshiping. And get this, the lead teacher in our class is Jonathan P. !!!!!!! He's the bomb. I love helping out when a man is the teacher. Jonathan's so fun. He's lively and humble and pleasant. Yay for men!

Oh yeah, I just remembered my latest adventure. It was mowing the lawn in the dark. Right at dusk it occurred to me that the sun wasn't hot and the grass needed cutting. So I moved whatever watermelon vines I could and began cutting. How fun. We now have a self-propelled lawnmower and I tell you, I was flying around that yard. Wheeeee! It was dragging me around in circles and wannabee fractals and even though I know Monica desires straight mowing lines left in her lawn, I just let'er rip. After a while I slowed down and mowed over some totally skewy mowing patterns so she wouldn't think I'd been tippling when she went for her daily sabbatical in the garden.

Tom aters

I just deleted a recent post. No one had commented on it, so I assume no one had read it. Which is good. Now I have to put up another post (in the garden!). The tomater plants are so top heavy that they're falling over.

Peek-lays (or "Free at last")

This is how I say pickles in Spanish. It's not how most people say the word. I don't know the word in Spanish so I say it this way. When Chris asked me how to say pickles in Spanish, I told him peek-lays and he knew I was joshing. It's nice that my son-in-law knows me but loves me anyhow.

I had something else to say so I began a new post and now the subject has eluded me. Let me think...(blogger begins to track the thought down the rabbit trails in her mind...) Oh yes, I have put in my paperwork to join Family status at the International House of Prayer-Atlanta. I haven't heard anything in a week or so. Do you think that's an evil portent? I had to authorize a possible background check, give lots of information, including a testimony with some of the ups and downs of my life, and I had to get my pastor to write a recommendation. Since Monica is a section leader and I live with her, she was my designated pastor. I went from a family that doesn't even believe women should speak in church to having a 27 year-old unmarried woman for a pastor!! ;P

I love the weather; it's thundering and it'll probably rain again. God gave us such a good rain yesterday; I didn't have to water the garden today, and the weeds came right up when I tugged on them. I put down plank-ets under the baby watermelons so they won't rot.

I'm free from BPO. That's a disorder that attacks me every blueberry season. Maybe one of you clever readers will figure out what the letters stand for. I will try to remember to write it down somewhere so you won't think I changed it when you guess wrong. My freedom came about on this wise: 'twas the fourth of July, and Chris was driving his wifey and Josiah and moi to the fire orks demonstration at the Braves Stadium. On the way we stopped for ten glorious minutes in the local blueberry patch. After valiantly picking shriveled berry after shriveled berry, we gave up. I don't know what's wrong with the little fruities, but they taste horrid. Now I don't feel their siren call all day. Schemes to get to the blueberry patch are not constantly forming in my brain. I'm free at last.

Yesterday we walked by the river

Yesterday was a shocker. I discovered by way of Josiah's Facebook activity that Andrew and Niki were divorced in May. All you loyal followers of this blog know that if I said I was speechless I'd be prevaricating. But I'm almost speechless. That sadness opened the floodgate to other sadnesses. One good result was a heart-to-heart with sweet Monica about fasting etc etc. I stayed up til 1:30 AM reading Josiah's new posts and commenting on them. He's such a dear son.

I hear he's having a going-away party on Saturday. We're sure going to miss him around this house.

I don't have a desire to be witty today. My heart hurts for my family. Imagine the pain our Lord feels for the Youngs' pain multiplied by billions.

On a lighter note, I helped care for the 3-5s yesterday during intercession at the House of Prayer. Melissa taught on Daniel chapter 10. She had the kids enact the scene by the river where Daniel is visited by an angelic messenger after fasting for 21 days. Although his friends can't see the angel, they are terrified and run to hide. Daniel alternately falls on his face in a faint, gets trembling to his hands and knees, stands upright and finally bows down before the angel. The children took turns being Daniel, the friends and the angel. What fun. I actually missed most of it since I was caring for the tiniest ones in the adjoining room, but I caught a glimpse of Zion lying prone as the angel appeared.

Well, I've discussed yesterday and a river, so I guess I've been faithful to the title of this post.
Hasta mas tardecito, amigos.