Busy

Here's our new neighbor. Elijah loves him (and his fun ride-on Escalade). He goes crazy when he here's the adjoining door slam shut signaling that he is home.




Here is our new neighbor sharing his juice.

Some interesting things that have happened this week:

I sold a Bible to a lady who had a son with Aspergers. He lost his Bible, he left it at the park and was going crazy. So she had to buy him a Bible about the same size and she was going to have to re-highlight all the passages for him that she had highlighted in the old one. She said he had called her on the phone to tell her he couldn't find it - she said she could hear him pacing in the background. He wanted her to come home from work to help him find it right away. She liked that I could understand where she was coming from.

I worked a 13-hour day on Tuesday. That was a real picnic. The bosses are ALL out of town (hazard of working for a family) and me and the only other closer are stretching out to cover the patches while they are gone. In all fairness, the other guy is doing a lot more than I am. I will be working 13 again this coming Tuesday.

For Lee, school starts in 10 days. He is both excited and stressed.


I got my collage book out yesterday and added a house collage. That made me happy. My collage book is different from a dream book, it's not just cool pictures that I like, but little snips of pictures all smushed together to form a coherent idea. The book I use is called something about a self-awareness dream journal or some goofiness like that, but I really just took the idea
and ran with it on my own. Here's a collage I made before Livvy was born showing how I would ultimately dress.



And then that made me take out my dream book, because I realized that I had a couple of magazines languishing on my shelves that had forgotten their purpose. So that made me happy, too, althought cutting out a dream book by yourself is not as fun as a table of girls passing cut up magazines around.

For those that are not familiar, dream books are where you take a spiral notebook and a bunch of old magazines and cut out the pictures that belong to you, pass the book to the next girl, then paste the pictures into a book in a way that pleases you. I have two different ones, one that is actually for my own house, then one that is for the houses of make believe characters, but which still appeal to me an inspire me.

I am at this weird (for me) place where I don't want to be introspective and I don't want to be alone. Luckily I have Jesus, so that I am never alone, and have a rock to hold onto. And, no, there's nothing wrong in my life, I just feel vulnerable and insecure.