Monday, January 28, 2013

Thoughts

Thoughts. Interesting things, really. Sometimes they flitter through like a spring butterfly, other times they can't be shaken and seem to sit like a fog over us. Young gals will often tell me if I were to take time to write a book, they would buy it. . . . however, the more I examine my thoughts the more I see not many are worthy of sharing. That's the problem with a blog. You are supposed to share what you know or think, which is difficult to do without somehow presenting oneself as "better" than you are or sharing one's stupidity with the rest of the world.

Keeping a blog as a record of what we are doing and what is occuring in our lives was the goal, but I seem to lack the knowledge of how to get pictures from my phone to here. Technology is painful for me. Here's the highlights of last week:

Miriam came down with a stomach bug Monday and spent the afternoon and night throwing up = laundry

Sarah felt lousy all day Tuesday and took a very long nap for a 15 year old = started disinfecting stuff

Jael woke up Wednesday night throwing up. After barfing in her (Joey's) bed, she moved in with Naomi, only to yak there, too = more laundry

Jonathan slept most of Wednesday. . .

Later Wednesday Paul started feeling lousy = continued cleaning/disinfecting.... (oh, and he was preaching for Sunday night service. . .)

Final Count:

Hit:                                                                      Not Hit:
Paul                                                                     Amy
Sarah                                                                   Joshua
Jonathan                                                               Bekah
Jael                                                                      Hannah
Miriam                                                                 Naomi
                                                                            Joey

We'll see what this week brings....  taking every thought captive! That is the key to trying to keep them light like butterflies, instead of the heavy fog that settled here last week. . .


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