Nothing to Post About

I am feeling guilty for not posting more but also feel like a dry well right now.

Here are some potential post topics:

Steven's homework. WHY can't that child get his work done in school?

And how do you reward him when he doesn't have so much homework without shorting the two who almost never bring work home? (Take them all 3 out to Dairy Queen when he meets a certain goal, says the wise daughter from Colorado.)

My column for May. I actually got it done. And wrote about a Mother's-Day-ish theme, one of those situation when you can't write about the hugest thing on your mind (Neil's death) because the time and situation isn't right, so you choose something else and pretend you actually gave it some thought and it matters.

Amy. She and I have been like ships passing in the night. We overlapped for 5 hours (2 a.m. to 7 a.m.) when she came home from Virginia and I left for Montana. Then she left for Amy Loewen's wedding in Alberta about 10 hours before we came home from MT. Tonight at the supper table I realized she had never heard the details of Neil's death, our trip, etc.

Paul's birthday. He's turning 50, and I told him we are having a party, so get used to it, or something like that, [in the fellowship hall after church Sunday evening] but I promised not to embarrass him with a big fuss, but now I have this fear that the MC I appointed might take the liberty to expand things beyond where Paul will like it, or the appointed decorator will decorate intemperately, not that I have control issues or anything. And I am having issues about the food, since I so do love to plan for feeding a crowd and cooking huge quantities, we all know that.

Next week I go see Emily, who has been sick way too much. We desperately need wisdom here, still, again. WHY is she so sick so much in that perfect climate????

My windows are dirty.

And I want to visit my daughter, but I also have this longing to stay home, and it is hard to reconcile all this. And I don't want the daughter to feel bad because I do want to visit her, specifically, I just want to stay home, generally.

Hansie is getting old and stiff.

And that evil white hen keeps eating eggs. At least I suspect it's her, just by the look in her eyes.

And Jenny is afraid to go to Bible Memory Camp this year because "Brian" will be there and he teases her all the time in school and she is so tired of it and when she makes a mistake he laughs at her, him and "Johnny." Oooooohhhhh. It is awful. I can't figure out what's with this. Jenny is Queen of the Snappy Comeback. Where does all her snap and fire go when these boys tease her?

And personally I think they have a crush on her. Or something. Besides, they're just boys.

It keeps raining. I think it will be nice while I'm in Colorado, so I can't work in my flower beds.

And I should be studying for my two talks tomorrow at the BMF Ladies' Meeting at church.

Humph.

Quote of the Day:
"What do you do all day? Just sit there and think?"
--Paul's mom, to her grandson Byran, whose Ph.D.-in-statistics work she cannot comprehend. Neither can I, to be honest.