Before another week of library fun commences, I should really catch y'all up on what I didn't tell you about yet. Just two things, really. The first being, boa constrictors.
This summer the theme of the library's reading program is "Dig into reading". Ironically, many of the activities have to do with pirates, and one library had a pirate party. We had to register, and it was for 1-3 graders. Even then, there were way more kids there than I was comfortable with.
The line to get name tags wrapped around the hallway and through the children's department. (They had name tags to make sure non-registered kids didn't crash the party.) It moved fairly quickly, and after getting name tags, the kids had to "walk to plank" into the party room.
Once in the room we formed another line to get pirate gear--mustache, eye patch, bandana, and hat. EJ took his sword and got lots of oohs and ahhs from the other kids. Then each kid got his picture taken with pirate props:
I went back and forth and back again in trying to decide what book to do next. Everyone I asked said to do the book of John. EJ read and answered questions from John in his second grade Bible class. But the more I thought about it, the less I could get away from the thought that maybe I should do John anyway. So, John it is.
On this the seventh anniversary of my stroke, I sit and ponder the what ifs of life. Also, I think of the whys, but not in the way you're thinking. Most people, when they think "Why?" they think, "Why me, God?" I actually never really thought that. I realize that bad things happen to "good" people all the time, you know, raining on the just and the unjust and all that. My whys are more of the "why did I do that?" kind of whys.
Before I get started down a rabbit trail of all the "why did I do that"s that I ask (because on the random day I feel meloncholic, I try to peer back down memory lane and I'm appauled at all the stuff I did. And yes, I know I spelled that word wrong. It's just every time I hear it, I think apPAULed, as opposed to apPETERed. Weird, I know. Back to topic before I think of another sentence to put in these parentheses), let me expound on the one that I came here to expound upon.
Who am I, you ask?
In 2006 I had a stroke, and every day my husband encourages me to use my remaining brain cells to the best of my ability. I love to organize, make crafts, and go on adventures (safe ones). I hope that through my blog posts, you will be encouraged to accept and make the best of challenges God throws at your life.