Weston quotes: Seeing a big truck pass by on our way to the bus: "I wish the roads were made of wheat, then no one would have to make flour."
Upon hearing that some children are orphaned when their parents die: "That's a rip off."
After putting a stick across the screen door to keep someone out: "They are theologically locked in."
I finally mowed our tall grass - and I've been coloring and creating again. It's part of my nesting habit I guess: still in transition with a new era of teaching and no playwriting - yet. I found a collection of old jewelry and started gluing bits to barrettes. It was very therapeutic, but I don''t know if they'll hold up.
There was a free family swim time for Parents and tots (6 and under, so Weston qualified us) at Drumheller pool. It was nice to go. I enjoyed being in the outdoor pool the best. I love the brightness - even under water- everything is so sparkly and lovely reflecting the blue sky. But I got tired faster than I wanted. 'Course it didn't help that Donovan was hanging on for a buckin' bronco ride under water and I was treading to keep us both afloat when we'd come up for air.
I'm glad my boys like the water.
Then we shopped a bit and came home. It's so nice to have a real Saturday without too much work.
Tomorrow is Soup Sunday at church and I invented a tasty "creamy Italian Wedding soup". I fried Italian sausage with red onion and spinach and ... Lemon juice! Then I added broth, noodles and cream. Should be good for tomorrow if the noodles don't get too thick overnight.
Dave and I have completed a whole week of musical theatre class now and we're ready to start staging on Tuesday. We're excited and a bit intimidated by all we're set to do.
Tuesday will also involve scene coaching and choir for Donovan (I think ) and myself. It'll be so good to sing again on a regular basis.
What I really need to do is exercise. I'll try walking again. I have been doing it briefly, but I often get sidetracked by beautiful things to see and it becomes a thoughtful amble.
I'm in programming mode right now for RSA with a staff-student day of games coming up on Friday and an awards show to help decorate on Sunday. -Hope I can stay gracious with all my volunteering.
Today is Dave and my anniversary -16! I kept forgetting. It was nice to spend it with the boys somehow, too. But we're tired. Dave is still coming down off of "La Mancha" and I'm trying to adjust to the early morning school schedule. The weather is sure stunning though. Warm and windy. The fields are so gold all around: as gold now as they are white in the winter and green in the summer. It's amazing. We got to go to the Mercantile and the show "Mary's Wedding" last night. It was stunning. So warm and powerful. I was moved so much I couldn't stop crying. It's terrible to weep in silence, you kind of shake and your forehead hurts from having to hold everything in. I was grateful though. We both loved it.
The night before we had INCREDIBLE Indian food at Ray and Carol Wall's and I made eggplants in coconut milk and David made spicy cauliflower! We both ate so much we were carrying our stomachs in front of us like pregnant moms. I think I could eat Carol's rice pudding all day long and still have a taste for more. Donovan helped me put together a fruit and veggie plate so my boys would have something healthy to eat that was not too hot! Oh, and the top picture is of a wurst and noodle lemon dish with unsweetened whip cream. (A precursor to my soup!)
I'm not blogging as frequently these days because I also have a journal and scrapbook going for my faith and art class. That's another reason why I've been coloring again. Weston saw my design this morning and wanted to help. At first I said no because I was real particular about the color and staying within the lines I'd made, but then I said yes and I'm glad I did. He had some ideas I'd never thought of in layering colors and putting blue with rust, etc. The design is better for his contribution. Then he made a design of his own, kinda based off mine. We colored it together. I love his raggy pattern almost more than my particular ones. I also love that two corners are ripped off the top because couldn't wait to show Donovan the color of crayon he was using so he ripped off a sample.
Donovan, you see, was lying on the floor holding an ice pack on his little finger which got hit with a brick. -Yes, a cement brink bounced OFF his head and smashed his finger and he was in a panic and a lot of pain. Weston (I gather) was trying to split a golf ball with the cement block and the golf ball won and Donovan got in the way.
Donovan was so upset. He came reeling into the house and I got him to lie on his back and and put the ice on right away but the finger was already throbbing. After a while Donovan was breathing deeper and calming a bit even though he kept saying, "I'm gonna die."
Weston was outside trying to tie himself to a tree with the jump rope. I finally got him inside and he watched his brother in pain. Later I looked up and Weston's face looked red and his eyes were wet. Then I realized it: Weston had wound the jump rope around the door knob and then around his neck two times and was leaning forward. There was no oxygen going to his head! I quickly jumped up and scolded him while I released him. He didn't say a word but just looked at me with sad eyes. --He was trying to hurt himself for what he had done to Donovan. I felt sick.
So we all had a strange kind of peace after the time of emergency and after a half hour of icing the boys were reading Calvin and Hobbes together.
Donovan's finger is still swollen, but thank God he can move all his joints.
Weston is still a bit unpredictable with his responses, but I think he's all right too. Although I'm dreading talking him into going to school next week. But I like the way he thinks. One good use of trucks with huge wheels is that they could grind hard grain into flour!
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