Rabid Child

With a predicted high of 85º today, we set up the pool and began the fill last night. In morning light, our sea monkey couldn't resist the slowly rising, crystal, arctic waters.

Is he having fun yet?

I'm not all about science, but I think
that water can't be a degree above 55º.

Once Charles wasn't quite so busy and noticed Son4 splashing around, he said, "Shouldn't we get him out of there? He's going to get hydrophobi *halt* ...No wait. That's not the word!"

Sometimes finishing one-another's sentences takes on a new meaning for long-married people. "Hypothermia," I finished for him, but not until I'd scrunched my face and scrambled all over my brain to find the word. Charles loves it when I get "that look" on my face after I've said something ridiculous. We really need each other.

Never ones to allow an opportunity for extended humor to pass, the slip of the tongue was fodder for levity throughout the remainder of the day, as Son3, Uncle Kemtrail, and I hatched new maladies for the sea urchin, who was in and out of the pool as the day wore on, and the frigid waters rose.

"He done got the hydrophobie."
"We'll have to get him to the hospital if he becomes hydroponic."
"He's liable to be hypoallergenic."
"Is he hydraulic yet?"

Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. ~Philippians 4:8

Eat Grass

I trimmed the lilac bushes, then set the lopper on a bench and set myself on the glider. Son3 soon joined me.

"They like to eat grass," he said.

"What?"

"They like to eat grass."

That's when I saw he'd been busying himself by holding a clump of grass tightly in his fingers and feeding it bit-by-bit into the jaws of the lopper, causing it to chomp-chomp-chomp.



We're pret-ty easily entertained here.

We love him, because he first loved us. ~I John 4:19

Close Inspection

"There is this great difference between the works of men and the works of God, that the same minute and searching investigation, which displays the defects and imperfections of the one, brings out also the beauties of the other. If the most finely polished needle on which the art of man has been expended be subjected to a microscope, many inequalities, much roughness and clumsiness, will be seen. But if the microscope be brought to bear on the flowers of the field, no such result appears. Instead of their beauty diminishing, new beauties and still more delicate, that have escaped the naked eye, are forthwith discovered; beauties that make us appreciate, in a way which otherwise we could have had little conception of, the full force of the Lord's saying, 'Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: and yet I say unto you, That even Solomon, in all his glory, was not arrayed like one of these.'"

Alexander Hislop

The Two Babylons

One thing have I desired of the Lord, that will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the LORD, and to enquire in his temple. ~Psalms 27:4

Little Things

My apron complemented my dress -- a happy accident.
Yes, when I glanced down and noticed,
I picked up the camera and shot myself.


Gravel roads make vehicles uckydirty.


Happy little things

This book of the law shall not depart out of thy mouth; but thou shalt meditate therein day and night, that thou mayest observe to do according to all that is written therein: for then thou shalt make thy way prosperous, and then thou shalt have good success. ~Joshua 1:8

Desire of Mothers