Hello Peoples of the World! I've missed you.
While I was washing dishes tonight, several thoughts came to mind that I deemed blog worthy. But now that I'm here they have escaped me. So I will just type and such until things come to me.
Well, see there. The phone just rang and someone needed to know if they could use the church Fellowship Hall tomorrow. "Um, yeah, let me just look at the church's master calendar hanging on my kitchen wall here..." But really I jogged faster than my body wanted to move, across the street in the rain to check the calendar. It's free tomorrow, in case you were worried I'd leave you wondering. Except now it's not.
Picture by Reuben.
He was really amazed by this sunset.
This is for Carly.
Know what we're watching?
Anne of Green Gables.
My sons' future wives can thank me with gifts of fair trade chocolate.
I have been reading L.M. Montgomery's journals and they are so fantastic.
(She is Anne's author.)
She tells about which characters and stories are based on her real life,
and how she cried and cried the day of her wedding because she was not marrying for love.
Then she moved away to live in a rural part of Canada with her new husband who was a pastor.
She is me!
Except I married with overflowing amounts of love.
But!
A pastor's wife in a small foreign town who has all these expected duties
and can't really confide in anyone because then her life becomes the town's latest gossip!
Ah.
We are kindred spirits born a hundred years apart.
Read it with a box of kleenex.
WWI affects her strongly and there's the part about baby Hugh and the parsonage does not have a bathroom and...
He is so lucky to be the third child.
Never would I have let a two-year-old play with weapons.
My heart melted oowey-gooey when Paul bought this mini sword for him at the feast.
It was a moment of tender father-son sweetness.
Peter and Reuben had both made their much-anticipated, thoroughly-considered sword purchases
and Charlie was left empty handed.
We did not plan to buy him a sword too.
He's two!
Oh, but he wanted one like his big brothers and Paul, so sweet, felt this in Charlie.
And he bought one.
I am feeling oddly sentimental about it, Charlie's first sword.
And a rare spontaneous purchase by Paul.
It was love.
And I love love.
Speaking of love.
Here we are.
Hanging out at our Saturday night church.
We were either waiting for the masses to exit the building,
or we had arrived early and... I have no idea why I took this picture.
Can you sense a bit of scatterbrainia in me?
It's okay.
I now have a diagnosis for my brain fog, memory loss, muscle weakness, and deep lingering fatigue...
One day whilst traversing the trails of Turkey Run,
a mite of a tick poked me with his teeth
and delivered into my body the poison of Lyme.
At least we think that's what happened.
I never saw the tick or the bite
but apparently I have Lyme Disease.
Because that's what my latest blood work showed.
While I am not looking forward to dealing with the late stages of this disease,
I am thrilled
THRILLED
to have a name for the way I feel.
I am NOT losing my mind on my own accord.
It's the tick's fault.
So, tips?
Who's had Lyme Disease?
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