Occasionally I’ll find myself with a whole slew of uncategorized pictures that don’t fit into any particular post and yet I still love them and would like to post them somewhere. At some point. Hopefully.
And so today is the day when I gather all those poor, forlorn, lonely photos together and promise them a post of their own. Because there’s nothing worse than a bunch of depressed pictures, slogging around in my computer, bemoaning their fate, wearing tiny, matching “Woe R Us,” t-shirts and just otherwise causing dissension among the ranks of my otherwise happy picture family.
So in order to maintain pictorial peace, here ya go . . .
Nathan took these two pictures shortly after he had gotten home from Florida. We’d had Steve’s birthday dinner earlier in the evening and then, after cleaning up, all of us collapsed in the living room for an hour, just to talk. And snooze. And be incredibly, extremely lazy.
Before we sat down, however, I had told Nathan that I could “take him down.” He responded by saying, “Okay, Mom. Hit me as hard as you can.” And every time I’d punch him in the arm, he’d just laugh. Maniacally. As though my little feather light punches were the most amusing things he’d encountered in quite some time.
Sigh. I guess I won’t be starring in any action movies anytime soon.
Nathan sitting down with Snowy for a man-to-man talk. I mean after all, they’re both College Dudes, right?
Of course whenever Nathan’s home, the time always comes for the obligatory brother/sister pose where I tell Nathan, “Now don’t make funny faces.”
You can see how well that works.
You can also see that Snowy is very much invested in the proceedings.
Finally. A normal face. (And a still snoozing canine.)
Okay, I promise I will not keep on mentioning my surgical drains forever and ever, but I just couldn’t keep myself from sharing this picture because it still amazes me that I had FOUR of these babies snaking out of various holes in my skin after surgery. FOUR, I tell you! Four drains that had to emptied and analyzed and stowed away under clothing in a manner that didn’t make it evident that I was wearing four drains. Which, I have to say, is impossible to do. I mean, how does one go about hiding large plastic bulbs emerging all willy nilly from one’s body?
I’m so happy to have The Drain Chapter over and done with!
Alrighty, then. Bouncing off to yet another subject (dogs, drains, punching—what next?) this photograph illustrates my husband’s well-developed, well defined and incredibly competent fixing skills. We’ve had two wicker laundry baskets in the family for many years now and quite frankly, I’ve become rather attached to them. Sadly, the handle on this particular basket fell off. I mean just Fell. Off. No warning, no two-week notice, no nothin’.
Steve pondered the situation for a short while and then, creatively utilizing wire and electrical tape, re-attached said handle to said basket. Maybe he should have been a surgeon instead of a pastor? He’s a great fixer of stuff!
I wrote yesterday that Nathan left for Florida yesterday morning. He called us at about 9 pm to let us know he had safely arrived. Since you already know pretty well the family he left behind (us!), I thought I’d show you a picture of the family he arrived at. They take really, really good care of him. (Thanks, Hawleys!)
And speaking of the Hawleys, someone had left a comment asking how Meagan was doing after her jaw surgery. She’s not all the way back to 100%, but is doing much better and is enjoying eating REAL food after several weeks on a liquid diet.
And finally, here is The Lovely Daughter of the Smith Home, reading some poems she was assigned to write in school. Although I’ll be posting one or two of the poems on her her website soon, let me just say right here that Steve, Nathan and I were incredibly impressed by the depth of her writing.
This was the last evening before Nathan left so it was extra special to gather together in the living room by lamp light and spend a few peaceful moments listening to poetry written and read by a miracle child.