(Vol. XIV for Me)
I’d like to begin and end this week’s Quick Takes installment with a quote. Here’s the first one.
Yesterday we attended Our First Baseball Game of the Season. (This is an event of such significance and magnitude that you must put it all in caps.) My oldest son Joe is playing on not one but two local teams, and tell me how crazy that will be?
No, you don’t have to tell me.
We hadn’t been there long when I noticed Second Son Jem scanning the parking lot for his father, who would be arriving shortly from work and who had promised to play catch with him.
“Ahem.” I nudged my son to get his attention. “Don’t you want to watch your brother?”
“Mom.” His response was matter-of-fact. “I’ve been watching Joe for years and years.”
There is no drama in this family, no sir.
No drama at all.
Work continues on our new room(s) with a view.
You may recall that we’ve been installing hard wood floors. In the case that you don’t recall and are not on the edge of your seat with these renovations, here’s a “before” photo to prompt your memory:
I don’t think I want to put the rest of the furniture back in when we’re finished. I rather like the uncluttered look.
Here’s a photo of my handsome hubby hard at work:
(I like a good construction shot, don’t you?)
And here’s what we found under the carpet this time:
This pile included (but was not limited to) a cigarette butt and a razor. Thanks, guys!
And that is all you need to know about why we’re installing hard wood floors.
In other blog-related news, I have been chewing on Charlotte’s honest reflection of two days ago and wondering how—and if—it applies to me. I did, after all, just show you a picture of a pile of dirt.
Seriously, though, I wonder sometimes if I share too much.
One of the reasons I do “keep it real” from time to time is that I can be a horrible perfectionist. For example, that informal garden party that we had on Monday?
It bothered me that I hadn’t made all the menu items, and so we had “Part II” the following day.
And that should tell you plenty about my perfectionism.
Thank goodness, then, for spiritual aids like this one.
This is my very favorite book at present. It is like God speaks to me every time I open it…every single time.
“My child, do your best to follow My words in your daily life. Do not depend on human sympathy or admiration to go on living a good life. You know what is right. Do it regardless of the pleasure or pain which it gives you. Let your faith and charity be your strength.”
I really, really love this book. Technically it belongs to my brother, Michael, but because my kids saw me reading it all the time when we last visited, they assumed it was mine and packed it up when we were leaving.
Sorry, Michael! And yet, thank you.
Every Thursday, on our way home from piano lessons, we drive past the cathedral. Every time we drive past the cathedral (or any church, for that matter) we call out, “Hi, Jesus! I love you, Jesus!”
Yesterday I got to thinking. What if our friends had a weekly appointment in our neighborhood and never, ever stopped to visit? Would it be good enough if they merely waved when they drove past?
No, it wouldn’t.
Yesterday I made a u-turn and we stopped to say hello to Jesus. We went in to say hello.
And finally, a nice springtime quote to start your weekend. This one’s from my 5-year-old, Angela.
Oh, how I love my 5-year-old.
Have a great weekend, everyone! To see all the Quick Takes from today, visit Jen at Conversion Diary here.