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.