Reading ... after hearing a lot of good things about it, and waiting several months for a copy to be available at the library I finally got my hands on 11/22/63 by Stephen King.
It was a beautifully written book, a bit different from my usual choices, but worth my time.
The length threw me off a bit, but having plowed my way through War and Peace earlier this year I knew this one shouldn't be a problem.
Watching ... I don't watch much of anything, my hobby of choice being consuming books, but I saw a clip of someone singing their own heartfelt, where were/are you God version of Amazing Grace. It made me tear up, so I did some investigating and found it was from a show on Angel Studios called A Week Away.
So far I have watched the first two episodes, and while watching a musical about a church camp had not been anywhere on my list of things to do this year, I am invested. Sharon has an Angel Studios subscription, so when she has time off work we plan to enjoy watching it together.
Listening ... the windchimes chiming beautifully on the front porch, and the happy sound of traffic driving on a wet road. It's a happy sound because we really do need the rain.
Writing ... back in early September of 2018 my brother Mahlon and I were talking on the phone, in the course of conversation he asked if I would be willing to write his life story. I told him I would. A life story can't be shared in a single phone call though so we agreed he would tell me one story, I would take notes, write a chapter, and then we'd repeat until I had everything he wanted and then rewrite, put things in proper order, and shape it into a book.
I found a notebook and he shared his first story. The next week he called and we did another one. But that is all the further we got before I received that awful phone call that he had died.
For the past eight years those few pages have appeared now and again, and I was always hit with that sinking feeling that I can never do what he had wanted me to do.
But earlier this year some ideas started forming in my head. Yes, there will be huge chunks missing of things he never got to share, things I have no idea about, but I do have a lot of memories of the boy he used to be. And I have loads of messages we sent each other up until only two days before he passed.
Taking what I have I am hoping to be able to create something that he would have been proud of. Something that can honor him.
Baking ... I had butter softened for a quadruple batch of chocolate chip cookies I was supposed to bring to our end of the school year, homeschool co-op picnic/field day.
Due to the weather it has been postponed until next week, so i won't be baking anything today after all.
Cooking ... tonight's menu is not a new one. We seem to have it a few times a month. Glazed meatballs, either mashed potatoes or seasoned potato wedges, and a simple salad.
Playing ... plenty of ball games, Fruit Punch, but not much else so far this week.
Disliking ... that squirrels and chipmunks seemingly can not live harmoniously in the same territory.
Mama chipmunk built a home next to the cement slab/step behind the house. She had three babies, and they were so much fun to watch!
The same day this picture was taken a squirrel came by to declare dominance. It kept trying to dig into their home. I kept opening the back door to chase it away.
It finally got really mad at me. Never had I ever seen such a display of squirrel irritation. It scream chattered at me while rapidly stamping its feet. I don't understand squirrel, but from what I gathered it was trying to tell me I'm interfering with it's rightful obligation of driving chipmunks out of its territory.
I couldn't stand guard 24/7 and it appeared within the next day or two that the mafia squirrel boss was successful in its determined mission.
Loving ... spring time flowers.
