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Monday, April 03, 2006

Miscellaneous

I've wanted to blog several things lately, and just haven't. So this is going to be really random.

I wanted to post pictures of my few iris blooms, but our digital camera (that we got for Christmas) is not working. Oddly enough, it relates to the iris blooms and why I wanted to post pictures of them. Let's start at the beginning. I was expecting a bumper crop of irises this year. I've got loads of them around the yard and expected to get some great blooms. But we have had roofers working on our roof for the last 2 or 3 weeks, and they dumped the old roof right on top of most of my flower beds. As a result, the flowers are in shock and refusing to bloom, so I wanted to show you how pretty the blooms I DO have are, and how the loveliness of our new roof is, in the end, worth the lack of flowers. But it rained several days while they were working on the roof, and we had a couple of leaks--nothing big, but one of the leaks was directly over our desk where we keep our digital camera, and it got pretty wet. All will be well with the camera though, as it's still under warranty. You'll just have to trust me about the flowers.

The library thing isn't what I expected--it involves abstracting, not editing, so I'm not sure I'll do it for too long. But since it's volunteer work I don't have any qualms about (politely) quitting if I hate it. On a more positive note, the United Way and Waco Habitat for Humanity have both contacted me about doing volunteer copyediting, so it looks like I'll be getting some good experience there.

(Warning: following content may be considered TMI for some people.) My son has a penis. This probably comes as no surprise to most of you, but he has just discovered this fact, and is fascinated. Luckily his fascination is limited to diaper changes, so it's not like we're getting weird looks in the grocery store, but it has made diaper changing infinitely more difficult. EVERY TIME he has to do a visual and physical check to make sure it's still there, and when the diaper is, ahem, more than just wet, it makes for a fun little adventure trying to keep hands from getting nasty. Jackson assured me this was normal at our last checkup (actually before Noah's self-discovery), so I'm not worried, just slightly annoyed.

Did you know there is actually a term for throwing something out of a window? I did not know this. It seems odd to me that people actually came up with a word for it, instead of just calling it "throwing something out of a window", but there you go. The word is "defenestrate" (dee-FEN-uh-strayt). Use it in a sentence this week and share your experience.

Last week was a difficult one for me in dealing with the loss of Baby Moore. I had a lot of moments of re-realizing that he was gone, and hurting for Brooke and Adam. In the midst of that, the last lines of Chris Rice's "Come to Jesus" were comforting, and I thought I'd share.

And with your final heartbeat
Kiss the world goodbye
Then go in peace, and laugh on Glory's side,
and Fly to Jesus
Fly to Jesus
Fly to Jesus and live

The last line really got me. Not "fly to Jesus and sleep". Not "fly to Jesus and cease to exist". Fly to Jesus and LIVE. Oh, we grieve that he didn't live here, that we didn't get to hold him and hear his laugh. We don't understand why, and we hurt, and cry. But we can carry on, because somehow there is Hope in the sorrow. Adam's recent blogs have spoken volumes about this. There's no hype, no false platitudes of faith, just raw, honest pain and questioning, and unexplainable hope.

That's all for now.

4 comments:

LeBleuskysurfer said...

very nice, keep writting. Just wanted to show you that your not invisible, lol. Your the one with the tough job...and wanting more work..!
hmmm...defenestrate...wow, that's just too much for me, lol.

Roger said...

I remember Daniel went through that phase when he was a baby. Glad to see you blogging again. I was just about to write you an e-mail telling you to blog. I don't have a car to defenestrate out of.

~Melissa~ said...

Remind me to tell you about Jared's latest observation of his manhood. And, I can't wait 'til he gets over the need to constantly check that it's still there...sometimes in public...though my husband assures me it's a sign he'll be a baseball player someday. ;-)

Love that Chris Rice song. It was played at the memorial service of a dear friend. I've heard it many times and it's a nice reminder that she IS living and laughing with Jesus, though we still have moments of sadness here.

Rishi said...

I have thought about that with Baby Moore as well. We will all get to know him infinitely someday.

We were meant to know him on earth, and not knowing him is a hurtful loss, but it's not the end of the story.

Thank you, Jesus...it's not the end of the story!