Sunday Morning Ramble

There comes a point in the life of a blogger like me when you have two choices: Either you can be completely overwhelmed by your spazzy slackerliness and how far behind you are on all the important stuff you meant to post—overwhelmed to the point of saying, “Why bother? I give up?” Or you can admit defeat, accept that you will never catch up on the newsy, interesting, or thoughtful stuff you’ve been meaning to post. And then you can post whatever first springs to mind.

And that there is my plan.

Sooo…

It is a Sunday morning, 7:43 a.m. Everyone is still in bed, asleep, except for me. I have been up since 6:02, when I woke up to the sound of my nose honking. Seriously. Honking. I tried not to wake Brice up with either my laughter or my honking, and I went to the bathroom to blow my nose. Well, I got rid of the honking, but I can still not breathe through my nose at all. Ah, I look forward to the day I can do so again. Until then, I shall be grateful that God gave us mouths to breathe through as well.

I tried to go back to bed, but what with not being able to breathe well, coughing, and snorting, I left again. Brice is on some medication right now that he can only take at night because it makes him loopy and sleep. Considering that the night before, he let me sleep for twelve hours straight when I was on cold medicine, I thought I should be at least somewhat considerate and not wake him.

So here I am, out on the couch, typing away. Can I mention, as a side note, that I am so grateful for laptops? Awesome invention.

Anyway, the girls are asleep as well, and I can only hope it lasts for a while yet. Last night was a spaghetti dinner at the church and a dessert auction. It probably doesn’t need to be said that we returned home with far too much sugar both in reserve for the next day and in our stomachs. So eventually they sugar-crashed.

There’s something lovely about being the only one up. It reminds me of Christmas morning—the magic of the light and the shadow, the stillness of the air, the way everything is faintly blue. It makes the world seem filled with infinite possibility. Which I suppose it sort of is, so maybe I should feel this magic all the time.

I think that’s about as philosophical as I can get this morning. I must revert to mundanities. (Please note: Microsoft Word does not recognize “mundanities” as a word. But I really don’t think “mendacities” is an appropriate substitute.)

This week Coriel wants to be a ninja and a nurse. We recently read a biography of Florence Nightingale (surprisingly fun for my anti-history brain!), and Coriel has been testing her nursing skills on all of us. I’m not sure where the ninja thing came from, maybe from The Magic Tree House series, in which one of the books has some very quiet ninjas. I think I shall try to emphasize this “quietness” aspect to ninjas.

Addra continues, quite regularly, to be a kitty. When she wakes up in the morning she crawls into my room on her cute little paws. Then she sits up and meows. As Addra’s kitty trainer, Coriel has taught her several tricks, especially how to beg and roll over. Then she gets imaginary treats.

Did I mention that Brice is on medication? His back has been hurting quite a bit lately, and he got himself to the doctor, who prescribed some muscle relaxant and pain killer to help his back relax enough to fix itself. It seems to be helping. Hooray! My poor husband has been hobbling, so this is good.

And me, I’ve been getting all wacky gung-ho about homeschooling (what?!?! you ask; yes, homeschooling; I promise to update you about this at some point. of course, considering how much stuff I haven’t been blogging lately, that may be an outright lie). And occasionally doing some of my writing. But more frequently avoiding it in lots of random ways.

Oh, also I reorganized the living room (again). I think this one might stick for a while. I’m liking it fairly well. And did I mention we finally have a central overhead light in the living room? Woot! And I reorganized the conservatory (aka the third bedroom) so it stopped looking like the local dump and started looking more like a place to learn and be creative and such. That was also a Woot! Yes, exciting times. Exciting times.

Hey, look at that! It turned into a sort-of update after all. Amazing. Now I’ll see if I can dump some random pictures in here, and we’ll be all set!

Eating microwave s'mores

More s'mores

You only wish you had my morning hair.

Baby hat I crocheted for friend Meghan to use as photography prop

Aviator hat to go with the other one (not to be confused with a crazy monster hat)

Coriel designed this photo and took it herself. Pretty great, huh?

Along with being a ninja, a nurse, and a photographer, she's also a
fashionista. This outfit was self-chosen.