Kids have been playing Guitar Hero--Symeon (3) sings: "I love rock and roll / Put another ??? in the Juicebox, Baby. . .
Spent a few days going behind a repairperson from Handyman Connection to fix his or her screw-ups. Never, ever, hire this person for anything. Among other incredibly non-handy accomplishments, he or she installed a roof vent boot ON TOP OF THE SHINGLES! Might as well install a funnel with a sign saying: Here, Water, this is the quickest way to the bathroom ceiling.
Spiritually struggling; over-busy. (I've yet to learn the fine art of saying "No, sorry, I do not have time.")
Another stack of books awaiting my free time--next summer, perhaps.
Gregory, the new one, is now pulling up on everything, grabbing everything, sticking everything in his mouth, etc.
Ah, I did manage to read this last night from Wendell (while secluded in my private study, if you know what I mean):
Best of any song
is bird song
in the quiet, but first
you must have the quiet.
And I almost forgot--NO ONE has more to be thankful for than I do. End of story.