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More From Precious E
Today, E was wandering around eating a cookie while I was working in the kitchen. He stopped, looked up at me and, holding his cookie up to me said, “Take bite cookie!” So I took a bite and he, smiling widely said, “Do you WUB it?!” Yes, I do love it. Not the cookie from Pepperidge Farm so much, but this little precious piece of blonde, blue-eyed humanity. I do love it so much. WUB IT, BIG TIME. I wish that I could put my brain on record and then on rewind so I could come back and feel this moment again. How I wish that brains worked that way.

More From Precious E
Today, E was wandering around eating a cookie while I was working in the kitchen. He stopped, looked up at me and, holding his cookie up to me said, “Take bite cookie!” So I took a bite and he, smiling widely said, “Do you WUB it?!” Yes, I do love it. Not the cookie from Pepperidge Farm so much, but this little precious piece of blonde, blue-eyed humanity. I do love it so much. WUB IT, BIG TIME. I wish that I could put my brain on record and then on rewind so I could come back and feel this moment again. How I wish that brains worked that way.

Making Garments and Other Updates

Well, I made my first article of clothing this week. Jon has dubbed it my “Laugh In” shirt. I made a tunic out of some very 60s looking fabric to get my feet wet with this whole endeavoring-to-make-garments thing. I think that it was a good first choice. I did learn a lot during the course of making it and hope that the knowledge will serve me well when I make a dress this week. Well, hopefully it will only take a week to make the dress. You never know. I just wanted a dress to wear to church and didn’t really want to buy a ready-made one. I actually have no skirts or dresses that I wear these days. The other day, Baby E saw my legs without pants over them and looked at them with great curiosity. I bet he was thinking, “Wow, so that is how she has been getting around. Legs….who would have known?” So I’m making an effort toward some feminine clothing. We shall see if I’m successful.

In other news, Miss Liz continues to improve and seems to be her hearty self when I talk to her on the phone.

Also, I am now officially a germ-a-phobe. My dear Jon has installed a Purell dispenser right by the front door.

Making Garments and Other Updates

Well, I made my first article of clothing this week. Jon has dubbed it my “Laugh In” shirt. I made a tunic out of some very 60s looking fabric to get my feet wet with this whole endeavoring-to-make-garments thing. I think that it was a good first choice. I did learn a lot during the course of making it and hope that the knowledge will serve me well when I make a dress this week. Well, hopefully it will only take a week to make the dress. You never know. I just wanted a dress to wear to church and didn’t really want to buy a ready-made one. I actually have no skirts or dresses that I wear these days. The other day, Baby E saw my legs without pants over them and looked at them with great curiosity. I bet he was thinking, “Wow, so that is how she has been getting around. Legs….who would have known?” So I’m making an effort toward some feminine clothing. We shall see if I’m successful.

In other news, Miss Liz continues to improve and seems to be her hearty self when I talk to her on the phone.

Also, I am now officially a germ-a-phobe. My dear Jon has installed a Purell dispenser right by the front door.

Making Garments and Other Updates

Well, I made my first article of clothing this week. Jon has dubbed it my “Laugh In” shirt. I made a tunic out of some very 60s looking fabric to get my feet wet with this whole endeavoring-to-make-garments thing. I think that it was a good first choice. I did learn a lot during the course of making it and hope that the knowledge will serve me well when I make a dress this week. Well, hopefully it will only take a week to make the dress. You never know. I just wanted a dress to wear to church and didn’t really want to buy a ready-made one. I actually have no skirts or dresses that I wear these days. The other day, Baby E saw my legs without pants over them and looked at them with great curiosity. I bet he was thinking, “Wow, so that is how she has been getting around. Legs….who would have known?” So I’m making an effort toward some feminine clothing. We shall see if I’m successful.

In other news, Miss Liz continues to improve and seems to be her hearty self when I talk to her on the phone.

Also, I am now officially a germ-a-phobe. My dear Jon has installed a Purell dispenser right by the front door.

My Crazy Man
First off, I’m not referring to Jon, my wonderful man, with the title above. True confession time: I’m a crazy people watcher. What am I talking about? Well, I do enjoy people watching, in general. But what I really enjoy is to watch, um, unusual folks that I see regularly. Like my crazy man. He is a man that I’ve been watching for years. I used to see him many times a week while driving to and from the boys’ school. What an entertaining guy. He has wild eyes. And he is always walking faster than everyone else and looking around — not at the ground or distractedly at nothing like everyone else does. He looks at the world like he really enjoys seeing it. I would always know it was him from far away just by the angle of his cap. Mostly, I used to see him at a bus stop on Page. (He is the only person that I’ve ever seen wait there.) He was almost always singing. And not just a tune kind of softly, to himself, but like he was on stage in New York. Belting it out. Million-dollar smile. Bringing down the house.

But then, I didn’t see him for months. Seriously, I would look for him every day. And I thought that he was either incarcerated, sick, or dead. It made me kind of disappointed thinking that I’d never see him again. So you can imagine my surprise at seeing him today at the grocery store. I almost asked him where he had been. It is funny how you can miss someone that you don’t even know. But, I did miss him. And I’m really glad that he is back.

Sing on, crazy guy.

My Crazy Man
First off, I’m not referring to Jon, my wonderful man, with the title above. True confession time: I’m a crazy people watcher. What am I talking about? Well, I do enjoy people watching, in general. But what I really enjoy is to watch, um, unusual folks that I see regularly. Like my crazy man. He is a man that I’ve been watching for years. I used to see him many times a week while driving to and from the boys’ school. What an entertaining guy. He has wild eyes. And he is always walking faster than everyone else and looking around — not at the ground or distractedly at nothing like everyone else does. He looks at the world like he really enjoys seeing it. I would always know it was him from far away just by the angle of his cap. Mostly, I used to see him at a bus stop on Page. (He is the only person that I’ve ever seen wait there.) He was almost always singing. And not just a tune kind of softly, to himself, but like he was on stage in New York. Belting it out. Million-dollar smile. Bringing down the house.

But then, I didn’t see him for months. Seriously, I would look for him every day. And I thought that he was either incarcerated, sick, or dead. It made me kind of disappointed thinking that I’d never see him again. So you can imagine my surprise at seeing him today at the grocery store. I almost asked him where he had been. It is funny how you can miss someone that you don’t even know. But, I did miss him. And I’m really glad that he is back.

Sing on, crazy guy.

My Crazy Man
First off, I’m not referring to Jon, my wonderful man, with the title above. True confession time: I’m a crazy people watcher. What am I talking about? Well, I do enjoy people watching, in general. But what I really enjoy is to watch, um, unusual folks that I see regularly. Like my crazy man. He is a man that I’ve been watching for years. I used to see him many times a week while driving to and from the boys’ school. What an entertaining guy. He has wild eyes. And he is always walking faster than everyone else and looking around — not at the ground or distractedly at nothing like everyone else does. He looks at the world like he really enjoys seeing it. I would always know it was him from far away just by the angle of his cap. Mostly, I used to see him at a bus stop on Page. (He is the only person that I’ve ever seen wait there.) He was almost always singing. And not just a tune kind of softly, to himself, but like he was on stage in New York. Belting it out. Million-dollar smile. Bringing down the house.

But then, I didn’t see him for months. Seriously, I would look for him every day. And I thought that he was either incarcerated, sick, or dead. It made me kind of disappointed thinking that I’d never see him again. So you can imagine my surprise at seeing him today at the grocery store. I almost asked him where he had been. It is funny how you can miss someone that you don’t even know. But, I did miss him. And I’m really glad that he is back.

Sing on, crazy guy.

Memories and a Sore Right Leg
Exactly 10 years ago today, Jon and I were on our way to St. Louis. We thought that it would be for 3 years, while he got his MDiv at Covenant. At the time, I remember thinking that these years of my life would mean lots of moving and lots of change. I was right about the change part.

I vividly remember pulling up here on that day a decade ago. We had some automotive troubles on the way here. Somewhere in Arkansas all of the oil in my Honda Accord that I was driving leaked out and we were forced to put it on the car carrier. Jon then drove his stick-shift car, instead of the moving van, because I couldn’t drive the stick-shift car. (Still can’t.) That left the moving van for me to drive. Those moving vans with the regulated speed — what a drag. I remember flooring it the whole rest of the way up here. Hence, the sore right leg. Unpacking as a 9-months married, 6-months pregnant girl…..wow. I had no idea what the next years would hold. I’ve learned so much — a lot of it stuff that I didn’t think I’d ever have to learn. I’ve been blessed, too. One thing is for certain, the 20 or so years that preceeded the last ten were serene by comparison.

What will the next ten bring? And will I ever pack another moving van? 🙂 I hope so, but I don’t know. One thing that I do know, one nugget of wisdom that I learned from the last 10 years is this: Unless the place where you’re living is truly temporary — live there like you are going to live there for the rest of your life. Putting down and pulling up roots is painful. But always thinking that you’re going to leave isn’t good either.

Memories and a Sore Right Leg
Exactly 10 years ago today, Jon and I were on our way to St. Louis. We thought that it would be for 3 years, while he got his MDiv at Covenant. At the time, I remember thinking that these years of my life would mean lots of moving and lots of change. I was right about the change part.

I vividly remember pulling up here on that day a decade ago. We had some automotive troubles on the way here. Somewhere in Arkansas all of the oil in my Honda Accord that I was driving leaked out and we were forced to put it on the car carrier. Jon then drove his stick-shift car, instead of the moving van, because I couldn’t drive the stick-shift car. (Still can’t.) That left the moving van for me to drive. Those moving vans with the regulated speed — what a drag. I remember flooring it the whole rest of the way up here. Hence, the sore right leg. Unpacking as a 9-months married, 6-months pregnant girl…..wow. I had no idea what the next years would hold. I’ve learned so much — a lot of it stuff that I didn’t think I’d ever have to learn. I’ve been blessed, too. One thing is for certain, the 20 or so years that preceeded the last ten were serene by comparison.

What will the next ten bring? And will I ever pack another moving van? 🙂 I hope so, but I don’t know. One thing that I do know, one nugget of wisdom that I learned from the last 10 years is this: Unless the place where you’re living is truly temporary — live there like you are going to live there for the rest of your life. Putting down and pulling up roots is painful. But always thinking that you’re going to leave isn’t good either.