It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look.....To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts. Henry Thoreau
Saturday, January 17, 2009
The difference between boys and girls.........
at our house, anyway. :)
This morning I decided to get dinner started in the morning since my plan is to move all the rooms around and I knew I'd be pooped by supper-time.
While I was attending to things, Jed, who was eating breakfast at the island, spilled his milk all over the floor.
"Jed!" I said. "You have to clean that up!" "But mom....." he wailed. "I can't! I don't know how!"
pffftttt
As I was holding a heavy pot of meat that needed to be drained I put off handing him a paper towel and lifting him off his chair to attend to it. As I walked away from the sink I noticed Miss Ella down there with towel in hand mopping up the milk.
"Isn't that cute!" I thought. "She'll get a little bit of it taken care of and then Jed and I will get the rest up." The next time I looked the job was done. ;)
and in deference to the males in our family.....
the difference between girls and boys?
The reason I expect to get the rooms switched around in about an hour or two comes (well, the furniture moving part :) in the form of 3 nearly or over 6 ft teen/young adult, brawny boys. Naomi and I just stand by smiling and nodding as the furniture flies up and down the hallways.
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Streams of consciousness from a mother of 10 who usually can't collect her thoughts and finds commas a nuisance.
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