i in my kerchief

May 15, 2008 | Filed Under ordinary 

a week since the last time i posted. i want to be one of those girls who manages to do it all and blog spectacularily every day. alas, i am not so. i barely manage to make it through most days these days, let alone be spectacular.

ernie and the boys did their best to appreciate me on mother’s day and they did a terrific job of it. flowers that are still opening up, new surprises every day in that vase of flowers that annie made for ernie and henry to pick up and bring to me early in the morning. a new bag arriving soon, a bag i’ve been longing for since christmas, coffee i didn’t brew, a large coffee mug with a proper handle (ernie hates the fiestaware mug circle handles, at least in the hand. they do look nice on the shelf…), a sunday paper, food i cooked, food i didn’t. a general day of feeling loved is nice and i recommend it to everyone. i’m looking forward to father’s day because i’ve got ideas early . . .

i’ve been spending my spare moments (fleeting, few) in the sunporch making things and leaving the mess to pile up on the floor. it’s heavenly. we vacuumed in there today because we wanted to, not because we had to, and that was nice, too.

henry’s kids 4 truth class sang last night and we went to hear him. he was first in the line walking onto the stage. he knew we would be in the balcony because we were there last time, so he looked at us and i waved at him, not knowing that he had recently been lectured about keeping his hands to his side (the entire class lectured, you know how it is). he blew me a kiss and waved multiple times. later he told me that he had been rude and i wondered if they had told him this before he had done it or after. i like to hope that it was before and that he did not get a “you were rude” lecture. sigh. it was my fault, you know. i’m the immature one smiling and waving in the balcony.

at the end the pianist played “jesus loves me” for the kids to walk off the stage gracefully and what to our wondering ears did we hear? but a miniature whistle soaring up over the people and the carpet and the organist who had a hard time playing in e flat. lovely whistler, that kid. this was the best part, that whistling meander while everyone else walked off (being on first, he was off last, of course). i like to hope, too, that there was no judgement cast upon him for whistling along. it seems that’s the kind of thing that jesus meant when he talked about the children coming to him, as annoying as they are and can be, even those kinds of things that drive us all insane are part of what it is to be a small child that jesus wants to come. i wish i thought this way during the day and in the thick of the noisemaking. it’s easy to think those kinds of thoughts when the boys are dreaming of sugarplums and the like, quiet, mouths open and noiseless, arms still between the sheets.

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