An Assortment of Creams, No. Thoughts!

Mother, Aunt Linda, Chrissy, and Aunt Mary all came to stay last week. It was an absolute blast. I have lots of pretty new things now. A teapot, teacups (gaudy monstrosities but I love them), two chairs, cushions, earrings, tea, and all sorts of wonderful things. I do have to admit (and Mike don't get offended because you know it's true) that shopping with girls is more fun than shopping with one's husband. I think it's because husbands in general are very fiscally responsible. And that is being said without a scrap of sarcasm or bitterness.

Oh, and I have a cat now too. Her name is Mia. She seems to be worried about her weight. Currently she is sat in front of the washing machine, mesmerized. I got in her way and she attacked my legs. Apparently I was in the way of her favorite show. *sigh*

Did you know that if you don't have cream of mushroom soup and want to make tuna fish casserole you can sautee some mushrooms, at 2 tbl of butter, 2 tbl of flour and mix, then add a cup of veggie stock. How cool is that? It makes this wonderful creamy, buttery, flavorful sauce. Love it!

Here's a picture of my husband. Because he's cute.

Wearing my slippers of course. Jeeze...

I hope all is well in the world. I'm off to clean our room. *clenches jaw determinedly*

Janet

Mid-Day Musings

Sometimes when a song comes on, or a memory flits through my mind, my breath is taken away from the sheer sorrow of Sam's death. I miss him. I find that some days I can accept that Sam is dead, and other days it is simply impossible. I beat my fists against the truth of it, wanting to cry out with rage. One doesn't do that though. One simply tries to carry on.

Yesterday I was talking to one of my cousins. We both said sort of the same thing. Now the end of the world doesn't seem like such a bad thing after all. I think one of the things that Sam's death has made me realize is that once Christ comes (or we die, whichever first) we'll be safe, we'll be happy and whole. I realize that I am more open to the idea of Christ coming for possibly the wrong reasons, but it's a start.

Easter was thought provoking for me. I remembered especially the love that came after Sam's death. Our family received cards and prayers from people we had never met before, or people we hadn't seen in years and years. I think it was months before the cards stopped coming. People from all walks of life, Sam's friends from HVS, his Army buddies, the Sword of the Spirit, Word of God, Christ the King, Holy Trinity and so on. Our friends and family were very present for us in those days. They did everything. Bringing meals, talking, supplying the house with tissues, toilet roll, paper plates, napkins. Everything.

I have no clear thoughts on this matter, no point that I'm trying to make, just saying that I'm grateful for these moments of clarity and the realization of God's love and all the forms that it takes.

Happy Easter.