Meanderings

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 Kris said the other day that she likes posts where I meander because it seems more conversational. Well, I can meander with the best of them (just ask Ward), so that's what I'll do today.

I'm up early - a little earlier than I would like but the sun decided it was time to get up, and so did my body. Wally and Theo are coming over this morning, and the males of the family are going to do a charity run/walk in our little town. Afterward, they plan to have lunch and do other fun things they have yet to figure out. I, on the other hand, have to work today. We will have lean staffing, so it will be a busy day.

Waiting in the kitchen are tomatoes that I picked yesterday that need to be processed. We had a big storm on Monday with a lot of rain in a short amount of time, so they are all split. If things are normal, I'll be too tired when I get home from work today to work on them, so maybe tomorrow (Sunday). Growing up, we heard every week at church that Sunday was for resting, just like God did when he created the world. But that didn't always happen. Sometimes my mother would wash a load of clothes that we would hang up outside. I was so embarrassed as a kid to have the neighbors see that we were working on a Sunday. As an adult, I understand that sometimes, chores had to be done on Sunday - especially in a house with a bunch of kids and a sick grandparent. But I didn't when I was little.

And most of the stores were closed on Sunday for the same reason, along with giving employees a chance to attend church. Some places actually had Blue Laws that said most stores couldn't be open on Sunday. When Ward and I first moved to New Orleans, they had them, and it was nice to be forced to not do any shopping one day a week. But the whole idea of everyone resting on Sunday works best in a predominantly Christian community. The area where I live now has many different religions that practice on more days than Sundays. 

Last week, I had an eye treatment where I had to wear an eye patch for 48 hours. It didn't hurt (or help much, for that matter), but it was definitely annoying. You need two eyes for good depth perception, so I would have to grab for something a couple of times before I made contact. Also, I am left-eyed, which was the one that was patched, so sometimes my right eye had difficulty focusing, and I couldn't see very well. Ward insisted I not drive or use a knife while my eye was patched, and I agreed. I know the brain can adjust to new input, but I didn't wear the patch long enough for that to happen. I am very thankful that I have two working eyes, even if they itch and burn most of the time.

"The shower is here!"

I think I've meandered enough for this morning, so I'd better tell you how the baby shower went that we had here recently. I said I would do that in my last post. I was fretting about it because of the difficult coordination beforehand. But you know what? It went well. It was an easy crowd of about 30 people who didn't mind being crowded together. They spent most of the time in the kitchen where the drinks were, even though we had the food in another room. We had it set up as an open house, but everyone came and stayed the whole time. Ward even gave tours of his workshop to some who were interested. But the important part is the expectant parents got many things they needed to start this new adventure.

Until next time...