These Days

Our new Amish alarm clock...

Every morning at 7:00am.

They are replacing the church's sidewalks and steps.

In an early morning noisy jackhammer fashion.

Reuben had a fabulous idea of popping corn,

melting chocolate and mixing them together.

 

It was a rare afternoon when it was just us at home.

 

 It turned into chocolate therapy for my sad fingerprints.

 Um, Monday.  I was upstairs cleaning out a closet

when I heard Paul yelling for me.

 I ran down the stairs and found him at the back door

leaning over with blood dripping off his head.

Reuben and a friend were playing King of the Castle in the treehouse and trying to keep Paul from coming up the trap door.  Reuben wacked him on the head with one of his favorite sticks.  (They are all his favorite stick.)

See the evidence?

 Thus causing a generous one inch gash

in the center of Paul's head.

I was very nurse-like and cleaned him and offered to call a nurse friend we know to get her opinion about stitches.

And then I went all weak and light-headed.

That's all I could give him.

I'm so lame once the emergency is stabilized.

Paul and Reuben made up.

Paul deemed himself King of the Compost Pile

and they tilled some golden compost into our garden plot.

Last night we spent a couple hours in the church basement

protecting ourselves from

'rain-wrapped tornadoes'

as the radio man described them.

I'm tired today.

The boys are currently throwing African spears at each other.

They've been making them as I've been writing here.

 They're peaceful African warriors.

For the most part.