Wednesday was a normal morning followed by normal school. In the afternoon, we got the car from the repair guy. He also put on new rotors and brake pads.
In school, we delayed on biology and Wednesday was the last of four straight days of history. We did extra history so Jessie could get in the story of the first Thanksgiving, right before the day. We also got a copy of the book and audio of Rush Revere. Jessie loved both the book and CD recording. I’m not a fan of the horse whisperer part and the author leaves out the second reason why the Pilgrims left to come to the new world, but it’s no worse a read than any secular history rendering of the pilgrims. I need to get some older software for this Mac laptop and I can dig out the original quote. I’m too impatient to wait for software. I just googled William Bradford’s quote:
“Of all the sorrows most heavy to be borne (in Holland), was that many of the children, influenced by these conditions, and the great licentiousness of the young people of the country, and the many temptations of the city, were led by evil example into dangerous courses, getting the reins off their necks and leaving their parents. Some became soldiers, others embarked upon voyages by sea and others upon worse courses tending to dissoluteness and the danger of their souls, to the great grief of the parents and the dishonour of God. So they saw their posterity would be in danger to degenerate and become corrupt.”
In other words, one of the key reasons the Pilgrims left Holland was because they didn’t want their children to assimilate with the culture around them.
Speaking of my cultural assimilation, we went shopping for Black Friday. The strategy was to get together all the clearance stuff at Kohl’s we wanted, to put on one rack, and in one place. Then, on Thanksgiving night, we’d just swoop down, grab the pre-selected stuff, and get in the check-out line. We’ll see how it goes.
When we got back to the house, a lady stopped us and asked if she could have a ride home. She had a one-year-old grandson who was crying. We gave her a ride and found out she lived not too far from Billy, James, Phil, and Chris. We’ve been getting together with our other homeless friends about twice a week, but I don’t blog it because it’s a left-hand, right-hand thing. Anyway, we gave Angela a ride home and met her 18-year-old autistic son. Angela is only 44 years old. She said they had no plans for Thanksgiving.
So, we went to the grocery store and got two hams, two bags of potatoes, and a few other fixings.
Day 176 ended. We had read Bible. We had prayed.
Blessings: Having the car back and having new brakes and a freshly fixed bumper. Having a friend who helps us a lot with our cars.