"This" being the amount of time that has passed since my last entry. Can I blame Facebook? I will. It's my only excuse. An easy way to communicate the events of the day in ten words or less. That and an extreme lack of inspiration to write anything that's so amazing you just have to read it.
So.........since then I've been blessed with an additional grandchild.....a darling girl with charming brown eyes (see my last post). DD#1 and her husband and two children have moved nearer. In the very city we live in! And we had a wonderful Christmas celebration, followed by visits from various relatives and friends that made use of our "guest facilities", otherwise known as baby sister's room.
I am also currently suffering from an extreme lack of motivation and/or energy due to the shocking amount of Christmas goodies I've been consuming, which wreaks havoc on my blood sugar, no doubt. Don't worry......the goodies will soon be gone and I can go back to eating carrot sticks and apple slices for snacks. Ha!
In reflecting on the efforts I've observed of people who have recently moved, I am seeing the need to simplify the contents of our house. Not that we plan on moving from our home. Ever. I guess I'm thinking of the future, and not wanting to burden our children with a house full of stuff when the time comes. So we'll see what kind of progress I make in that area. Of course today I added to our stuff by buying an absolutely adorable dark brown leather club chair for our bedroom. But that corner was begging for just such a chair. So there it is. And I got 10% off besides. Which totally justifies the purchase, right? Right? Hello?
I have been waiting. For a delivery. A very special delivery.
That's DD#2 during our visit yesterday, four days after her due date. DD#3, baby sister and I traveled 80 miles to take that dear girl out to lunch and spend the afternoon with her. We walked around the small town she lives near (well, it's another 20-minute drive), popping into a few shops and enjoying the fresh air, too. Then we went back to her house and watched a couple of silly sitcoms on Hulu®. Wanna know what we watched? An episode of The Bob Newhart Show (does anyone remember that show? As soon as the opening song started, it was obvious that it was produced by the same people that did The Mary Tyler Moore Show. Couldn't they come up with an original approach? I was almost expecting to hear that plaintive voice crooning, "You're gonna make it after all" ). It had some clever dialogue and some hideous interior decorating. Then, to amuse baby sister and give my DDs a shock, we watched The Partridge Family. Not so clever dialogue, hideous interior decorating and even more hideous fashions. I'm wondering if my DDs thought this explained many things about their mother.
So here I am. Still alive. Kicking. Or something. Trying to remove myself from a Facebook-induced writer's slump. Not that I'm such a great writer or anything. Anyone who writes this choppily probably shouldn't be calling herself a writer. Or a grammar nazi.
Anyways, I was inspired to post because of (get this) dog poop. Left by the ditch in front of our house by some (it is assumed) slob who can't pick up after their own pooch (is that a mean thing to say?). Thankfully, neither Auggie or I stepped in it, but as we were continuing on our "morning constitutional", I reflected on the necessity of training our children to be good neighbors. This is best done by example, in my humble opinion (did that sound prideful?). Somehow, somewhere along the line, apparently my mom showed/taught me to be a good neighbor. I pick up after our dog (actually, there is a city ordinance requiring that, thank you very much!), I return grocery carts to their rightful places, I put clothes back on the rack in the store if I knock them off and I refold any item of clothing that I may be examining while shopping. That's not an exhaustive list, but I think you know what I mean. And, amazingly, my DDs all do the same. I suppose it could be boiled down to a "leaving the world a better place than when you found it" sort of mentality. But I prefer to think of it as simply following the Biblical principle of putting others before yourself, the way our Lord did for His people. God is good......all the time.
Okay then. Where was I? Oh. Yes. Getting back to normal. *insert maniacal laugh* If normal is keeping in touch with two married daughters, having more meals to prepare but making them smaller (did she really eat that much?), correcting chemistry and English literature papers for the third time, doing extra chores so I don't dump everything on DD#3, and figuring out how to readjust our job calendar, then I guess I'm getting back to normal.
The emotional trauma of the first couple of weeks after the wedding seems to have dissipated. DD#3 is grateful. Having mom burst into tears with no apparent provocation was, to put it bluntly, weird for her. I understand completely. It was weird for me, too.
Meanwhile, we had a lovely time at our church's family camp. It was a blessing getting to spend the week in the company of believers, not to mention seeing DD#2 and her new husband every day! This was followed by a not-so-lovely doozy of a cold, the remnants of which are still being felt. Oh, well. Life goes on.......
DD#3, baby sister and I plan on visiting DD#2 every Wednesday. It takes almost two hours to get there, so we try to leave our house around 9 a.m. We succeeded last week, and had a lovely time rejoicing over her newly arranged kitchen, having a delightful lunch at a nearby Italian cafe, taking an invigorating walk in her neighborhood, which is situated on a lake, and enjoying a dessert of watermelon and ice cream cake back at her new (to her) home. God is good......all the time.
Hmmmm. I think I need to redefine what normal is around here. It may take me awhile. Yesterday and today were designated "Wash and Sort the Tablecloths Days". All thirty of them. I am now a self-proclaimed expert at folding 70-inch round tablecloths. It ain't easy. Yesterday, I also made a round trip of about 80 miles, returning rental plates, water pitchers, a cake stand, and tons of serving dishes to their corresponding origins. Of course, in between the laundry loads and errand-running, activities of daily living pull at my attention. Occupational therapists refer to them as ADL's. I refer to them as the blessedness of routine. If I didn't, they would just annoy me. Instead, I remind myself of a series of talks I heard several years ago, describing the "routineness" of God's created order. The sun rises, the sun sets. The seasons come and go. Flowers bloom and die. On and on it goes. The blessedness of routine. God is good..........all the time.
DD#2 is no longer a "Miss", but I do miss her. Immensely. The wedding was absolutely beautiful. I keep going over the day in my mind, thanking God for His bountiful blessings. We arrived on time, everything was set up, the dress zipped, the groom got misty-eyed, the bride was radiant (I know.....it's a cliche, but it was true), the church was gorgeous, the guests looked like they were having a good time (some have since told us so), and the happy couple are enjoying a week of solitude on the coast. I've left out many more, for the sake of brevity (and so I don't start crying, again). Based on my experience with DD#1's wedding, the first week is the hardest for me. It's a mysterious combination of joyous elation for the gift of my daughter's godly husband and profound sadness over not having her here at home any more. Sometimes it just makes my stomach hurt. Other times, I just have to shed some tears. Don't worry. I'll be fine. Soon. Really. God is good..........all the time.
A news flash!!!!!!!! DD#1, who is expecting her second child in January, had an ultrasound on Wednesday that showed a baby sister for the cutest grandson ever. It's interesting that the cutest grandson ever has been saying that the baby is a girl all along.
Well, I'm not getting married, but DD#2 is. The day after tomorrow. Wow. This explains my absence from my blog. I have been so incredibly busy, some days I forget to eat lunch, and find myself rooting around in the refrigerator at 2:30 or 3 in the afternoon. Why am I so hungry? Gee, maybe it's because I haven't eaten since 7:30 this morning. Ya think? Anyways. Everything has fallen into place. I just got a comforting email from the church's wedding coordinator, reassuring me that it's time to relax and just enjoy this beautiful event. She and the events coordinator will do all the footwork, she said. What a saint!!!!! I am looking forward to the moment on Saturday when I get escorted down the aisle and am seated in my pew. I am done, I will think. And I will wait for my cue from the violinist to stand up and turn around to see my husband bring our precious daughter to her husband. God is good.......all the time.
I don't believe global warming is anywhere near a fact. Except maybe in Oregon. Supposedly on Friday, it is supposed to be 100 degrees. *sigh* So I guess we can call it "Oregon warming"? DD#2 and 3 had a fun time at the rodeo. Someone even got carried out of the arena on a stretcher, sporting a neck brace. It reminded me of people who go to car races just so they can see if anyone crashes. I suppose that makes it more interesting. Tonight is a bridal shower for DD#2. More presents to stack in our family room. Too much fun!
State of Oregon. Yep. That's where I am. Until Saturday. DD#'s 2 and 3 are with me, as well. Right now I am at our good friends' house, sitting on the couch in the family room, listening to piano practice, and getting a "plesent" from an adorable seven-year-old boy (a darling picture of him in his native Indian clothes).
This afternoon we are off to the Clackamas County Fair and a rodeo. Tomorrow evening is a bridal shower for DD#2. Thursday has no plans, as of yet. Friday, our friends' church is having their annual Oktoberfest (I know, it's August.....what can I say?). And Saturday, Lord willing, the three of us will make the ten-hour drive home.
Which makes me grateful they both have drivers' licenses.