Jerry Wightman (see blogroll) lives in Phoenix, has college age sons, is a pilot, and has what I would call an interesting life story. He's a brand new blogger (2 posts so far, the latest with family photos) and probably wouldn't mind talking to someone other than himself.
We all survived the big day in good shape; I can't say as much for the night that followed. I woke up to find Rochelle piled in between us. She hasn't done that in a couple of years. Turns out I slept through a frightening thunderstorm. Rochelle doesn't do thunder well.
When we looked at my old van later on in the day, the paint had all curled and much of it had peeled off the roof and hood (bonnet to the U.K.). The only thing we can think of is lightning. Strange because a car is usually the safest place to be but there was no hail and the car has been rained on a few times in its 14 years.
I've said facetiously on more than on occasion that God was going to strike me dead for some of my more outlandish pronouncements. Maybe this was a near miss? At least He nailed the old van, not the new one.
I should have taken a picture. It's very hard to describe.
The girls have had a good day. Sometimes they suffer from post Christmas trauma but not yet this time around.
The window over the sink struck a chord with many of the commenters. I remembered that Peg Bracken of "I Hate to Cook" and "I Hate to Housekeep" fame also wrote a book called "A Window Over the Sink". I believe she'd just moved to Hawaii and her only contribution to the floor plan of her new home was her insistence on a window over the sink.
Most of the other comments were about the blog photo. It seemed to be unanimous approval so it's there, red face, shiny nose and all. I'm getting used to it. Thanks for input and words of cheer. I've been reluctant to let a camera within a hundred feet.
Andie, thanks for the compliments about the girls. I think they're beautiful as well.
I think I've already answered all the others. If I missed you, I apologize.
Something strange is happening every time I type an apostrophe. Something called a "find" tool bar pops up at the bottom. Don't know what's up with that but it's a nuisance. Three times in that last sentence alone. I think it only happens in Blogger.
I spent today putting away clean laundry that I'd let pile up since Thursday night. It was folded and on hangars but still a job. Had to run out after a few things (we were somehow out of bread and how can you have turkey sandwiches without bread?). Being without a car for so long, I lost track a little on what we needed. Took two girls and Ray along. They brought Elcie back a treat.
Other than that, I did a whole lot of nothing. No need to cook - we have leftovers.
It's after 10:00 p.m. and I'm actually thinking of going to bed early. Maybe I'm the one suffering from post-holiday trauma instead of the girls.