Carol | May 25, 2008
A Kite
author unknownI often sit and wish that I
Could be a kite up in the sky,
And ride upon the wind and go
Whichever way I chanced to blow.
Kite Days
Mark SawyerA kite, a sky, and a good firm breeze,
And acres of ground away from trees,
And one hundred yards of clean, strong string -
O boy, o boy! I call that spring!
Carol | May 25, 2008
At the Seaside
Robert Louis StevensonWhen I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no more.
Carol | May 22, 2008
I cleaned up my far right sidebar, getting rid of some unnecessary things and adding a few things that I hope will be helpful. More often than not, people search for things and land here only to click away immediately. I wish I could shout, “The answer is HERE! It is! That just wasn’t the right page!”
Any advice would be appreciated.
I suspect people don’t even notice that the first sidebar changes quotes and verses for each of my parenting essays linked at the very top of my site.
I wonder if anyone ever scrolls down to the Facebook updates on the bottom right.
If you link to me, please let me know so I can add you to my blogroll.
If you are interested in seeing my private posts, please register in the far right sidebar.
Carol | May 22, 2008
It was less than two years ago that I blogged about having just pumped gas for the first time in my life. I have done it several times since, including today. I stood there, next to the van, letting the gas pour in. I never did hear the click to say it was full, because I hauled it away when it hit 80 dollars!! (The US/Canadian dollar is almost the same.)
Carol | May 22, 2008
The following is from the end of the book, Prince Caspian, when Aslan (and Lucy and Susan) moved through the village. “At a well in a yard they met a man who was beating a boy. The stick burst into flower in the man’s hand. He tried to drop it, but it stuck to his hand. His arm became a branch, his body the trunk of a tree, his feet took root. The boy, who had been crying a moment before, burst out laughing and joined them.” (Prince Caspian, C.S. Lewis, p. 172)
Carol | May 22, 2008
New bookcases.
And the looks and exclamations of joy from three helpers, each with a brush in hand, helping to stain the bookcases.
I will soon have all the bookcases I need, without layering shelves or using boxes. They will all be bought, assembled, stained, varnished, put in place, and loaded with books by the end of the month. When everything is done, I will have to dream bigger. 
Carol | May 19, 2008
In the middle of the sermon yesterday, L3 rubbed his eye and got his top eyelashes stuck underneath his eyelid. Hello for a commotion with me trying to get his lashes free. We sit near the front, so dear knows what everyone was thinking I was doing to him. He also had a choke fest on his cup of water. I keep forgetting to teach C6 that you don’t turn around to look at the people behind you. And how many times should a child be allowed to ask, “Is it almost over?”
The sermon text scripture included the tag-line to my site, “That the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the glorious freedom of the children of God.” Romans 8:21 The responsive reading included one of my favorite verses, “He will fulfil the desire of them that fear him: he also will hear their cry, and will save them.” Psalm 145:19
Grammie made a nice chicken dinner for all of us after church.
Then we went up the river to pick fiddleheads. Unfortunately, it was the beginning of the season, so there weren’t very many around. We did get enough for about four meals or more.
Here are my and C6′s rubber boots.
Is that mud on our jeans?
Carol | May 19, 2008
This is what our counter looks like when we make popcorn.
We watched a movie together on Friday night.
Carol | May 19, 2008
Babies need parenting to a T
http://www.bradenton.com/278/story/613124.html
“In many cultures mothers walk around with their babies attached to them in some way. I don’t think I put my babies down until they were around six months of age. If I put them down they cried, and I could not stand to hear them cry, it broke my heart.”
Carol | May 18, 2008
“A Chinese man carrying his mother on his back in a basket takes a rest on a fallen rock on the way to a shelter following Monday’s powerful earthquake in southwest China’s Sichuan province, Friday, May 16, 2008.” Yahoo News
While babywearing, I can’t count how many times I have heard, “It must be hard to carry your baby like that. He must be heavy.” Who can complain about carrying a baby or toddler?
