I'm going to write something on this blank screen..."too much to resist", to quote Hannah. I'm sitting at the diningroom table at Monica's house chatting with Hannah. She's telling me about her morning.

She got up from her bed this morning slowly, and realized that doing things slowly is better. When she does things at a normal pace, she gets dizzy. She blacks out. She's taking blood pressure medicine because of her supposed high blood pressure, but if her bp is normal now, that medicine might be making her bp even lower. Boomere (French for "Bummer").

This morning's been good; Monica told me that she wants to use the rocks in my rock garden out front. So I rolled the rocks out from amongst the creeping Jenny and got them ready for their new home. I pulled up the soybean plants and old cantaloupe vines and raked the soil so grass can grow there again. I emptied out all the water containers I'd collected all summer and tidied up the back deck. Is Monica going to be happy!

Now Hannah is reading devotions to me. She's so tired. She dreamed that she was in Guatemala with Josiah, Louise and Jonathan and her Daddy. It was a family affair; she had candy. They were like siblings growing up; Josiah was mad at her for something and it was like olden days sibling time. Chris Thompson was in her dream too...she's dreamed about him twice lately. So we prayed for Chris and family. He's getting married to Gaby soon.

She read about conies being a feeble folk but living in cliffs; she realized that she can be a feeble folk and live in the Cliff. Also that it does no good thinking about her next pregnancy and trying to fix all the problems ahead of time.

Life is good.