Friday Morning Roundup

The chicks and ducklings are well.  Despite growing rapidly, they are still content to remain in the wading pool.  The largest one is Donald, the duck, who is timid and very mild.  The smallest, Shy Guy, is doing well.  There still seems to be something off about him, but I think he will survive.

The girls like to accompany me on walks.  We go no less than 1/2 mile from home, and I’m astonished each time that I don’t have to carry anyone back up the hill.  Susie enjoys being off-leash.  She’s turned into a responsible dog in her old age, and I enjoy her steady company.

When we’re not outside, the girls are drawing with markers, playing with blocks, reading their books, or playing with their dolls.  It’s just like we are at home.  Whenever I need a moment to think, I turn on the television.  Napping is still unattainable although I do sometimes manage to get one down.


As for me, well, I have started a new hobby which I will write about on Knit Me For a Loop.



Highs and Lows

The weather yesterday was just perfection.  I didn’t get any pics of the girls in their Easter dresses, and I’m not worried about it.  They’ll be in them again soon enough.  (For the record, I did get a few pics of them on our walk in their more stylish play clothes.)

I have packed very minimally on this trip.  It’s an experiment for me in minimal living.  And so far I have realized I don’t need as much as I thought I did.

For example, I packed just two pants, one dress and three skirts for myself.  Three short tees, three long tees, one fitted shirt, oh and lots and lots of shoes.  I must be doing it right; I have worn more shoes than clothes.

I tried to pack minimally for the girls as well.  Three dresses each, and only a fraction of their clothes.  Unfortunately, that still amounts to a lot.

The weather today was cold and damp, and I don’t regret bringing extra clothes that could work as layers in a pinch.

The girls’ moods seem to fluctuate as much as the weather.  Their lives have been turned upside down.  We don’t see daddy anymore except through Facetime chats.  It’s been tough on everybody.  Not having a schedule hasn’t helped.

Today was the first day we didn’t have any epic meltdowns.

Plus there were naps.

There is hope.


She sings to them

It was just a thought I dismissed as I made the six-hour drive “home.”  Could I get the girls a chick or two?

My parents have had a variety of foul on the farm over the years. There have been chickens, geese, doves, ducks, and even emus.  These birds found their way to our various houses over the years in a manner of ways. One came home as a result of a school project in which several eggs were hatched in the classroom.  Some were purchased at auction.  Others were delivered by mail.

When grampa mentioned this very same idea on our gator ride, I let him know I had thought of it as well.  We conferred with gramma, and it was settled.  The girls were getting chicks. Continue reading

Change of Address: We’ve gone nomadic.

We are adjusting to some changes.  The girls and I have moved back “home” to live with my parents while our house back in Virginia is put on the market.

I use the word “home” loosely.  Although this is where my parents mostly reside, this isn’t where I grew up.  Sure, I spent my summers here, but it’s not like I can call up old friends from high school.  I don’t know anyone here.  To keep loneliness at bay, for my girls and myself, I’ve decided to join an activity time at the local library which starts next month.

We got here on Tuesday, and already we have had a few adventures.  We found a little playground in town.  We weren’t there for very long, maybe half an hour, and I saw a couple push their child down the street in a stroller.  I hope next time we can find someone to play with. Continue reading

Home is where the gravel road is

A while ago, Wren and I drove to my parents’ farm in Ohio.  Their old Quaker homestead rests in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains.  It’s really one of the most beautiful places I’ve seen on God’s Earth.  As I turned down the lane, knowing that my parents and several of my siblings were waiting for me at the top of the hill, I was filled with a sense of “home.”  The following composition is a result of that trip.

Home is where the gravel road is.


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Destination Accomplished

My husband had to travel for work this week, and I didn’t like the thought of being left home so I contacted my sisters in Chicago to see if they were wanting some quality Wren time. Okey and I left very early yesterday morning. He headed down to the airport, and I started my drive. We chuckled knowing that he would land on the West Coast before I even approached the middle of the country.

Wren and I made it to our first stop on schedule. I was so proud of my little travel companion. She was doing so well; she was sleeping a lot. We took our time at our first rest stop in Ohio. We also took more time than we intended at our first rest stop.

As we returned to the car, I was juggling the baby, her diaper bag, the coffee and the car keys. I put the coffee down and tossed all but the baby onto the front seat. I shut the door. I heard a beep, the kind that indicates that the car is now locked. What?! I checked every door and the back hatch in vain. I looked hopelessly at my car keys and my wallet and my cell phone sitting on the front seat.

It was cold and blustery, and so back into the rest stop we went. The travel schedule was shattered. I started to worry about when we would arrive in Chicago, but I had to still focus on the task on hand: getting back into the car. The very nice man at the welcome desk called for the tow truck who patrols the toll road, and all we had to do was wait. While I berated myself for letting this happen. While my phone was in the car so I couldn’t even figuratively cry on my mother’s shoulders. While my $2 coffee was getting cold. While thanking God that Wren was still in my arms when the car decided to lock itself*.

I was also upset for not taking my car on this trip, which not only gets good gas mileage but has the feature which will not let itself lock if it senses the keys inside**.

We found ways to amuse ourselves before the tow truck arrived. Since all of the books were locked in the car, I had found a colorful zoo brochure which worked as a picture book. Wren also enjoyed waving as people were coming in, and then saying “buh-buh” as they were leaving.

Finally, the tow truck driver arrived and within a minute, we were back in business.

As we continued to Chicago, we encountered whiteout conditions. Visibility was incredibly low, and traffic was reduced to one lane. It continued to snow off and on until about 15 miles from the Illinois. I am very glad that Wren and I were in a vehicle with all wheel drive. And I can’t help but wonder if God had intervened back at the rest area, keeping us stranded before the initial snowfall and consequently out of harm’s way.

Wren was the perfect travelling companion. She was content to play with her Alix and Sammy dolls. She figured out the sippy cup last week, and that probably saved me some grief along the way. She let me know, though, about ten minutes from my sister’s house that this 10-hour road trip I promised her had turned into a 13-hour road trip. But once we got to my sister’s house, she was happy again. Happy to see her family and happy to be out of that confined space. Me, too.

*I was willing to admit possible human error even though I believed at the time I did not lock myself out. When we got to Chicago, the car decided to lock itself again. That time I had the keys in my hand.

** I have locked the keys inside my car, and the dealership was very confounded. Evidently, I had let the car’s 12-volt battery die at the same time as the key fob’s battery.

pausing to reflect a nice moment in life

So I do not know where to start, possibly, because I’ve started so many other things.  I’ve just transferred some photos I took at my parents’ farm, Six Meadows, a few weeks ago, and I find myself distracted all over again.

I just love being home.  I love seeing my parents.  I love seeing my brother.  I love seeing their dog.  I love walking around the farm.

When we there, the apples and pears were nearing harvest.  My folks are going to have quite the bounty!

We tried to get a few good shots of our smart mutt.  Key word, tried.  Can you guess what is wrong with each picture?  Hahaha.

Take 1:

Take 2:

Take 3:

I think she came to see why we were laughing.  Surely it wasn’t at her.