Renovation goes and slow downs. One step forward two steps back — isn’t that what they say?
I pulled up after dropping the kids to school — on time — to see the Lowes truck in our yard.
That could only mean one thing.
They brought in the cooktop and the range. Then after measuring, they needed to bring the refrigerator in through the front door.
Things were really happening now.
Or were they?
Got back into our little apartment out back to see that husband had called.
Seems after leaving five messages for the counter top installation company — someone called him back and delivered the good news.
The earliest the counter tops could be installed was the third week of December.
“So I canceled the order,” he said.
A little hard to make a turkey sandwich on this? But I’m willing to try.
No sink there yet.
Well, after I talked him down off the ledge, hopefully, he’ll realize there is no way I could find someone, or pick out new counter tops and have them done any sooner. Or could I?
Not that I don’t understand his frustration.
I’m having to readjust my thinking. The last thing this little apartment needs is any more clutter.
And a tree and swags of twinkling lights and garland would definitely be classified as clutter in this small space.
So that’s my Monday so far.
I’m concentrating on the step forward. How about you?
Linking up with Linda for:
I just wrote a great post.
Then somehow deleted it when I thought I was hitting publish.
And then I just found it. After publishing this one. Oops.
Still working the bugs out of blogging from my phone.
This November, I learned a bit about myself. But maybe the most important thing I learned by writing a tidbit every day — is that I’m constantly learning about life and about me.
Next November, NaWriNoMo.
Well. I guess we did it. A post for all 30 days of November.
I never thought of November as busy. But it is.
November is also filled with the beauty of changing leaves.
The laughter and warmth of family gatherings.
November has a heck of a lot of birthdays. (Valentine’s Day is nine months earlier.)
There was a big temperature change. This was the coldest Thanksgiving for these parts in a hundred years.
I’m 30 days older.
Thirty days wiser?
Next year I need to shoot for NaWriNoMo. But this has been fun.
That’s it for me. Done.
See you in December.
The Lord spoke to me.
When you hear people say that, or see it written like in a blog post does it make you feel a little skeptical?
Or wonder if the speaker or the writer’s idea of church is a place where people are rolling on the floor, foaming at the mouth slain in the spirit.
If that’s what you think then forget what I wrote about the Lord speaking to me.
Let’s try this again.
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What about the Lord showed me yesterday. . . .
Yesterday, I woke up dazed and confused from a nap. It was about 2 p.m. and I had two more dishes to throw together before our feast. I was finding serving platters and nonexistent counter space for what I had prepared yesterday.
Then there was the little matter of a shower I needed to take before our Thanksgiving spread at 4 p.m.
Candles. I’m a bit touched about them. This time of year, I burn them constantly.
So I had one burning yesterday. An evergreen one.
Back to crazy feast prep. I went into the little bathroom of our apartment where we are living during the remodel to shower off my half marathon,
when I decided I really should put the corn casserole in the oven before I showered. I headed back out to the kitchen to see this . . .
Okay. This particular picture is a complete reenactment — but you get the point.
My flippin’ tiny-assuming countertops in this apartment were soooo cluttered that the candle and the paper towel rack were getting way too friendly with each other.
Let’s just say they were all over each other.
I was able to calmly throw the burning paper towel on top of the teetering pile of dirty bowls in the sink and extinguish the flames.
Next thought in my head.
What if I had just gotten in the shower? What if I hadn’t come back into the kitchen to slide the corn into the oven?
And this is when the Lord — spoke, showed me or whatever wording makes you read on and get the point and not think I’m a nut.
He said. Everything you have can be taken from you this quickly. Your health. Your financial security. Your amazingly hot-for-50-eyebrows-and-eyelashes.
I got the point.
My pile of chaos in this little apartment (that I tend to complain about) is better than a pile of ashes.
One more day.
Happy Thanksgiving Mates.
Another late post. It’s 11 pm here. This morning I woke up at. 4.
Then I headed into Atlanta for the race.
It was cold for us Georgia runners.
But I had lots of layers. And coffee.
The awesome part about this race is that we could sit in our cars till the race started. So at 7:20 I opened the car door and headed out.
And off we went.
About the time we hit Piedmont Park — my phone battery fired.
Well. I’ve fallen asleep twice trying to finish this post.
It was a great day. Cold but beautiful.
See ya tomorrow. NaBloPoMo – Day 29.
I was going to write a great post today.
And then today came and went.
Got to get up in a few hours and run.
It’s cold out there.
I’m terrified of feeling cold.
Don’t know how much I will layer on before I leave? :/
Got a lot of cooking done today.
It’s time for lights out. ZZzzz
Promise a better post tomorrow. O : )
NaBloPoMo Day 27.
Today we went into Atlanta to pick up my number for the half marathon on Thanksgiving.
Got the shirt. But you
can can’t (oops, late night typo I found this morning.) wear the shirt if you don’t run the race.
Since the children are out of school, we headed to the Georgia Aquarium.
After we got home, I went shopping. So all I need to do tomorrow is cook and work.
NaBloPoMo — Day 26
NaBloPoMo — Day 25
Nothing much to write today. At least at this time of day other than I’m five posts away from the end of November.
I was supposed to go to the grocery tonight and shop for Thanksgiving. I didn’t and that might come back to haunt me.
There always seems to be plenty of time to get everything’ done. And then there isn’t.
Kind of like life. The hours and days tick away.
Got lots to do tomorrow.
Wish me luck.
I wish it back to you.
Just left church and our preacher’s message about gratitude.
One of the benefits of going to church is listening for an hour to your thoughts. When the sermon starts, it gets really quiet and your thoughts get really loud.
So after sitting nestled in a comfy chair with my hands wrapped around a warm coffee mug. Immersed in my thoughts filtered through the pastor’s words, I’m . . .
Joining up with Ten Things of Thankful. Sunday before Thanksgiving addition.
10. Thankful that even great writers — one’s that go down in literary history — pray to God to get another submission.
Some very early writings of Flannery O’Connor have been found. Her prayer journal of sorts. I love her for so many reasons — number one being she wrote most of her most famous work 30 minutes down the road. An excerpt:
“Please help me, Dear God, to be a good writer and to get something else accepted.”
9. That we have heat.
I have written this week on our heater woes. And that we might have to buy a new furnace. But thanks be to God we do have heat today in our little apartment and we can afford to pay our heating bill.
8. My children.
Raising children can be the most challenging and most utterly confusing thing I have ever done — the Lord has given me three to rear. Through natural birth and adoption. Though some days I fear that I am utterly incapable of handling all that comes, I still have three beautiful warm bodies to hug on.
7. My church.
It’s great when you can go to a place and have the preacher’s sermon step on your toes a bit and still feel happy to be sitting in your chair, grasping your cooling coffee mug.
6. Rocks. Gathered on a walk with my son.
Granite from Georgia is used in Washington’s monuments and buildings. And a heck of a lot of tombstones in the Southeast.
5. My defrosting turkey.
There she is. All 22 pounds of her. A gift from my friend Annie.
When Annie found out that I didn’t have my turkey yet, she gave me the one she got from the local grocer. She already had her hen from her Thanksgiving stash from the local food bank. I said I’d love it — if someone didn’t want it. She said she wanted me to have it.
I love my Annie and I love this bird.
4. For my husband.
Though he does make me crazy and vice versa. We really do have a good time.
3. Running slow half marathons.
On Thursday, I’ll run the Atlanta Thanksgiving Half marathon for the umpth time. I’m much slower these days than when I ran my first one in 1994. Next Thursday morning is forecast to be 25 degrees. Thanks to God that I can still get out there and collect my thank you for participating medal. Bundling up with 10,ooo+ other folks, as we move forward 13.1 miles.
2. Good friends. Friends who get you. Friends you don’t have to be anything, to be with. Just yourself.
(And great bloggy friends. Who send you love from across the country or the Atlantic ocean.)
1. Thanksgiving. My favorite holiday. To me, it’s the only one that is pure tradition.
What the cranberries taste like. Who carves the turkey. That I always put Christmas music on my iPad and listen to it as I run the half marathon. That I make and give away pecan pies. That I fix collard greens for my garden. That the excitement of the holidays is just that ~ anticipation. Not tired, worn out, crumpled gold and red wrapping paper.
What about you? This Sunday before Thanksgiving. Hope yours is grand.
I’m not a planner. I’ll admit my shortcomings.
But sometimes great, simple things just happen.
Take this morning.
I got up at 5:45 to run with my friends. After we finished, I asked my youngest if he wanted to go walk with me. Go have breakfast.
His eyes framed by his curly hair barely looked up from his iPad.
“I don’t want to.”
That’s when I did a very unmotherly thing. I took that blasted iPad out of his paws.
He wasn’t happy but decided taking the dog for a walk wasn’t such a bad thing. And after the dog had his fresh air, we walked downtown to the Caboose for breakfast.
We looked for rocks along the way. Found lots of granite. Georgia might be the Peach State to most folks. But it easily could be the Granite State if you ask me.
Not that you did.
Chocolate pancakes for Joe.
Not much left.
And not one to be tempted by sweets — a sausage, eggs and cheese biscuit for me.
It was sooooo good.
Just put a little jelly on there to balance out the salty. Soooo good.
Then my Joe wanted to take a selfie with me.
We had a great time.
All because I took the iPad away.
When was the last time fun happened for you — after you put the iPad away?