Driving to the tennis courts yesterday afternoon with my children, we passed a group of young men sitting on a guard rail. They looked innocent enough; perhaps they’d stopped to rest for a few minutes in the warm sunshine. And then, just as our car passed, they stood one at a time and did the wave. You know, the wave. Like in a football stadium.
Right now our playroom floor is a theater of war. Green and tan army men, neatly separated by color, posed in different positions ready for attack. The sofa serves as a vantage point for a sniper on his belly; the Playmobil pirate ship hides a few infantrymen ready to strike. Each side has a tank. Each has a flag. It took my sons hours to get them like this, and I Don’t Ever Want Them to put it away.
My upstairs bathroom faucet has some new versatility. The end of the spout sports a plastic whale. In its default position, the water comes out as it normally should, but simply makes a final exit not from the spout itself but from the whale’s mouth. When one closes the whale’s mouth, however, the whale makes use of its blowhole and we have–voila— a water fountain!
Today is the first official day of Bill’s unemployment. Not easy, on a day like today, to get out of the bed. There are harder things in life, I know, but this one ain’t easy. Still we remember: “Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the LORD our God.” Psalm 20:7
