It’s Monday as I’m writing this. Friday seems so long ago at this point.
Jessie had a great day of school. We finished insects in biology and we’ll move on to plants and human biology. We have some insect books at the library. We stepped back from early American history to do Ohio history. We read three books full of fun facts. Did you know they named the highest point in Ohio after Jessie?
We had two sleep-overs last week. Part of the reason was to get away from the smell of the polyurethane.
After school, we touched up the walls in the living room and dining room. The places I mangled with the install of wiring now look fresh and happy. I still have the last wire to pull.
The flooring guys finished the upstairs. The installed shoe molding around the perimeter. What I saw (while they were installing) looks amazing. I can’t look until tomorrow. The last coat of poly is drying.
We had grilled cheese for lunch.
Brian, the electrician, told me that he was playing with the “phantom” wiring to the outlets in the living room. He said to Jessie that it was magic. Jessie was unimpressed and told Brian to “quit wasting electricity.” Brian said that only a 5-year-old daughter of mine would say that.
Friday was a bath day, but it’s the first Jessie’s skipped. We’re not allowed upstairs.
We went to the hospital to get an extra copy of Jessie’s bone scans. There were two accidents on the highway so it took twice as long.
We went to Walgreens. We got another gallon of Hydrogen Peroxide. We got more liquid children’s ibuprofen.
I started to insulate the pantry and work room. Now that those spaces are wired above, I can insulate below.
The weather was great, so we went on a walk. We told Bible stories on the way out, and Jessie told stories about her imaginary snake on the way back.
In the evening, we went to visit a relative who had had some hospital tests that day.
We returned to the hose to get some rest. We had another sleepover. We read Bible. We prayed.
Blessings: Wires installed, working outlets, re-painted walls, real outlet covers. Good thoughts for favorable outcomes from hospital tests. The thought of seeing the refinished floors tomorrow. God who made the oak that goes into hardwood floors. Only God can make a tree:
Trees by Joyce Kilmer
|I THINK that I shall never see|
|A poem lovely as a tree.|
|A tree whose hungry mouth is prest|
|Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;|
|A tree that looks at God all day,|
|And lifts her leafy arms to pray;|
|A tree that may in summer wear|
|A nest of robins in her hair;|
|Upon whose bosom snow has lain;|
|Who intimately lives with rain.|
|Poems are made by fools like me,|
|But only God can make a tree.
When I was in tenth grade English class, I did a parody of this poem’s famous first two lines. I wrote, “I think that I shall never see, a person as ugly as . . . “ and our teacher’s name fit the rhyme perfectly. I gave it to a friend (Gary Kimball) who handed it in to the teacher. The teacher read it to the class and erupted into a firey lecture. It was out of character since the teacher usually had a great sense of humor about such things. Anyway, I love wood floors and granite countertops because God made them.