We are catching up on the rain we have lacked in this area. It’s nice to hear, though I would be okay with less thunder. So would my puppy. Sometimes life doesn’t give you what you want though, and like I ask my children to trust me I have to trust my Father when that happens.

None of the books I have checked out from the library appeal to me now that they are on my bedside table. I even skipped to the end of a book last night to see if I could figure out what happened by reading the last chapter. It was what I thought would happen, sort of, when I was reading the fifth chapter. I think they will all get returned and I will pick something off my books, if anything appeals.

I am working on a sweater for me, and the cowl neck is giving me fits. I shouldn’t be surprised, but I want to do it differently than is in the pattern. For some reason.

Words are evading me.

I did come up with a great treasure chest for myself. Now to make sure much treasure goes in there.

Daybaby is with me again, and his brother is visiting as well this week.

I’m ready for school.

I’m building a chore calendar. I couldn’t do it by weeks because… well, there aren’t 4 full weeks in one month, so it’s a little difficult to know how to split it and keep it even between two children, and not have any days missed, so I figured an entire month could be scheduled at a time, with nothing being missed. Maybe I should have stuck with Becky’s chore stick idea.

I’m tired, and it’s a rainy day. Maybe I will have coffee later.

We went to a Ranger’s game last night, and it was a good one. Everyone cheered the Ranger’s on as they won. I am sure there were some Devil Ray fans there as well, but everything seemed louder last night. Maybe it was the different seats, but the cheers, boos, and fireworks were amazingly loud. It was so fun. (We didn’t boo, though.)

When the fireworks were over, the jumbo-tron came on and there he was. Michael Phelps swimming for his eighth gold. The sound that came from that cheer that begun as soon as the realization hit everyone… the silence in between cheers as we waited to see who was winning each lap… the unifying “U-S-A” that broke out on the last lap as the team was ahead of the world record line and everyone else that was swimming….

it’s like a photograph of the Grand Canyon. It can’t easily be duplicated, but the original touches your soul.