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Just got this in an email:
Sometimes when you are angry with someone,
it helps to just stop and sit down and think about the problem.
3:30 p.m….Steve called a little before 2:00 and said he got picked for the jury. He was number 45 on a panel of 60, but he got picked. The judge doesn’t want to go past 4:30 this afternoon, so he shouldn’t be real late getting home. But it will be more than one day. They said it will probably go to jury tomorrow afternoon. It is a criminal case.
2:30 a.m….My family is asleep, and I’m not. Just like any other ordinary night. I’m a night owl, and I sleep late in the mornings.
Steve has jury duty at 8:00 a.m. in downtown Houston, so he went to bed hours ago. He has to leave at 6:30. Bethany has to be at work at 7:00, and she went to bed way before he did. She needs a lot of sleep or she gets migraine headaches really bad. She would never survive in a high stress situation where she got little sleep.
So I am up washing dishes and clothes. Beth put a load of clothes in the washer, but couldn’t stay up long enough to dry them. And our dryer is being really contrary. It stops a lot, and you have to restart it. You might have to do that 10 times just to get a load dried. Especially heavy stuff like jeans. I need to get it fixed, but getting repair men out to work on something is a pain in the neck. So I’ve restarted the dryer a couple of times so she won’t have to go to work naked.
And I fixed the coffee pot to start making coffee at 5:30. Steve doesn’t normally have coffee till he gets to work. But when you have jury duty, you need coffee before your drive downtown.
At about 12:30, I was outside in the front yard, watching the kittens play with their mom. She’s not much more than a kitten herself, so she loves to run and play with them. They “bounce” each other, just like Tigger does to Winnie-the-Pooh.
And while I was out there, I moved a big rock. Yeah….I know….most people don’t do things like that in the middle of the night. But I wanted to move it before, and it was pretty well set in the dirt in a flowerbed. So I thought the heavy rain we’ve had the last 2 days might have loosened it a little. It did. And I didn’t have anything better to do.
October 1….already. Three months left to this year. I don’t know where it went. This time last year, we were preparing for a wedding. A year before that, I didn’t know there would be a wedding that soon. Rachael got surprised with a ring less than 3 months later. One year before that, October 2004, we were getting ready for Ethan to come visit on his way back to Aviano Air Base in Italy. E….that seems like so long ago sometimes, and other times, it seems like yesterday.
I had a thought just before we left for church yesterday morning: Since the plural of mouse is mice, would the plural of spouse be spice? And if so, when both of our kids are married, would that be adding spice to our lives? Yeah…..I need sleep.
I wonder if the kittens would like to play with some Silly String?