What’s on your schedule for this week…

teacuppamela.pngI have a sweet friend who routinely asks me: What’s on your schedule for this week?  and I usually proceed to tell her something like: Hmmm… just the usual;  housekeeping, gardening, baking and schooling… and then I may tell of the significant event of the week or whatever.  And, that’s pretty much how weeks go.  The dailies and some event or another — always keeping in mind the time-tested reality that the week will never go how I thought it would — that I will look back and marvel that the days each seemed long but the week just flew by.

That’s pretty much how life’s gone over the years and now, instead of saying the days were long but the weeks flew by, I say: the weeks are long but the months just fly on by.  Every week seems to have sort of a character of its own and this week looks to be no different.  Here’s this morning’s snapshot of what our week might look like:

flood graph 11-10-08

This is a static chart… updates every 6 hours or so… here.

So, yeah… I’m ironing today… gardening… thinking of painting a room and I’m laughing.  A lot.

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boys.

So,I forgot that on election night our boys had a soccer (I know, Timothy:  futbol!!) game and Sam was playing and in a close and exciting match there was a bit of fancy footwork and an ensuing fall… and he came up with a broken finger.  I attempted to call Wes so that he could take Sam to the ER – but Wes was with Hannah at the obedience school for her new dog (yes, that’s another long story!).  Well… in the midst of groaning over the very sore hand and the groaning over the election results – Wes returned home to take Samuel in to the ER – and to add to the excitement of the evening, in a play after Samuel fell – Stephen (playing goalie) was kicked in the hand and so – just for an added dimension, Wes took him along to the ER, too.  It was a bit of comic relief as several of the kids came over after the soccer game to celebrate Stephen’s birthday — yes, that was in there, too… anyway, they were eating ice cream cake and comparing injury play-by-play’s.

I know I’m sure going to miss these days someday…  Someday, I’ll be sitting here at my desk looking back… I know I’ll miss these days.

sam's broken finger