Last night I was putting Levi to bed and he asked me, “Mommy, how many seconds does it take to put me to bed?” I didn’t feel like giving it much thought, so I just answered, “Oh, I don’t know, about 43 seconds.” “Oh,” he replied with a serious look on his face, “43 huh? That’s a number you don’t think about everyday.”
It’s so true. I don’t really give the number 43 enough thought.
Yesterday afternoon I had a rare treat of going out to lunch with some of my good friends. When we’re together we always, always laugh until we should be embarrassed by the disturbance we are causing. But we’re not embarrassed. The disturbance just makes us laugh even more. That’s the best kind of friends, the ones you can laugh with, then get serious, pray together then make fun of each other.
One of these precious friends is moving away and she asked me if I would like to come by her house and see if I wanted any of the “junk” she was leaving behind. When we pulled up to her old workshop she gestured toward a pile of wood scraps, “Do you want to rifle through this?” I looked back at her with a puzzled expression, “Why would I want a rifle?”
I may need to get my hearing checked.
But I did take a car full of treasures home with me.
I’ve got big plans for the leaky wheelbarrow and broken chair. And you can expect that big sheet of wood to show up somewhere in my etsy shop. Nothing goes to waste around here.
Today I’m taking Patience to the big city for some much needed Mommy/Patience time. We’ll stop at the craft store then have lunch and drive back home. It’ll be a quick trip, but plenty of time for girl talk. Maybe we’ll discuss the number 43 and decide if we need a rifle.
These are clearly subjects that I have neglected for too long.
Have a great weekend!
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