Just wanted to stop in real quick (as quick as dial-up) to say we’re still here. We were supposed to get high speed installed on Friday, but the guy came out and saw immediately that it would be a much bigger job than he thought given the old wiring in our old farmhouse, and he was already behind because of a huge storm the night before, so he would be back today or tomorrow. Well.
When I’m SO close to high speed, it seems like a huge waste of time to wait six minutes for each page or picture to upload, when any second now I’ll be able to do it in a fraction of the time.
It’s afternoon now, and still no word.
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Friday: Nice quiet day at home. Mom decided not to go home for the weekend. Went to a friend’s to do some scrapbooking; got 4 layouts well on their way. Came home in the pouring rain with a migrane.
Saturday: Migrane pretty much all day. That sucked. Saturday night Mom, Dad, Grandma and I spent some great time in worship and prayer, praying against the spiritual attacks it seems we’ve been fighting this week- me with two migranes in four days, Mom with her stomach a ball of anxiety and worry, over what really are small things.
Sunday: Church and a fantastic meal of honey-mustard sirloin kabobs (without the kabobber, which really then, would be small chunks of meat on the grill), potato foil packets, salad. Kevin and I hung out for a long while watching a dumb Jean-Claude movie on TV, but mostly just reconnecting.
Today: We were supposed to meet some friends for a picnic, but Aviana woke up with a fever, so mostly I’ve been cuddling her all day. She’s now blessedly asleep, so of course Brielle wants in on the snuggling action.
I started a new book this weekend too and it is great—Peace Like a River by Lief Enger. It’s not so much the plot that intrigues me, though it isn’t a bad one, but the writing that captures my attention. For example:
He laid up prayer as if with a trowel.
The fog lay rich and steamy over the barnyard. It was warm as manure; you could weigh it in a cupped hand. And it really did smell like April, though I noticed it also smelled like a wet dog; the two are not dissimilar.
It only felt powerful, like truth unhusked.
Don’t you love it when an author’s writing just has you putting the book down to marvel at how they painted that particular word-picture? I felt like that when reading Kristin Heitzmann’s Freefall…
So sorry you’re getting migraines…you know, I haven’t had one since giving up cappuccino. And my former ones were definitely triggered by stress and missing my daily cappuccino dose…I miss the java but the headaches were a worthwhile trade. Specially the migraines. Talk about rendered useless and miserable!
You’re getting high speed internet! Fun! We’re on dial up and I guess I’m blessed because it seems pretty high speed to me. There is one site (not yours) that pics take forever to load up, but I think it’s how they configure their pics, not my internet connections! Everywhere else, the pics are instant.
I love that book. I love the writing! More books should be like that. Happy reading! 🙂