Hello

[mrs617]

I'm still here. And I haven't forgotten the results of our game, just haven't gotten time to get it all fixed up. :P

Thanks for all the text messages yesterday! :D To answer Jessica's question, I was observing the route to make it so when I manifest it, I can be more efficient. We've all been taking turns going.

Let's see. My room's a mess, and it's beginning to drive me crazy because I haven't gotten a chance this week yet to work on it. I have clean sheets on my bed though, so that's a start. I'm also resolved to put away clean clothes tonight that have been accumulating on my desk chair. :P

I babysat tonight; sweet, well disciplined boys...that are definitely boys. I got to help out with their homework, and accomplished much with one that has been struggling. It was delightful when their Mom got home to find how much of an encouragement what we got done was (I'm sure that sentence is improper. It's a good thing I was helping with math and not English. ;)

My leg just went to sleep.

I'm going to have some espresso in my china demitasse cup. It has violets on it.

I feel strange writing the article for our company because I've not been trained to, or haven't really studied writing.

My other leg is asleep too. I think I'd better change positions. Kind of weird, sitting cross legged doesn't usually do this to me.

While the coffee's brewing, does anyone know much about ADHD in young children? Suggestions for helping them focus? And alternatives to medications?

Fred has discovered PG Wodehouse. It delights his 13 year old mind. Silliness runs in the family you know. ;) We have the movies in addition to the book, and as I walked through the living room, I nearly choked on my coffee as I heard someone ask Wooster, "What's an emissary?" and Wooster's reply, "Oh well, it's something you send." [Bryan, don't go using this as a reason not to drink coffee either. I know what you're thinking.]

I can't believe the difference just one day makes. Working five days a week instead of four seems like so much more than one extra day. :P What happened to free time??

My coffee's gone, I'd best finish up making my bed, put away my clean clothes, and totter off to dream land. Early morning tomorrow and all that.

Here's some George MacDonald to finish off with:


The worst power of an evil mood is this--
It makes the bastard self seem in the right,
Self, self the end, the goal of human bliss.
But if the Christ-self in us be the might
Of saving God, why should I spend my force
With a dark thing to reason of the light--
Not push it rough aside, and hold obedient course?

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[macbethann.livejournal.com]

I discovered PG Wodehouse this past summer. I can't believe it took me this long. Good choice, Fred!