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| JimBobAndLarry |
Posted - May 31 2005 : 08:13:26 AM
Yesterday I woke up on a red futon mattress on my bedroom floor. There were two children piled on top of Josh and I, and another on the floor beside us and one on the nice big “real” bed in the corner of the room. The only child that had not made her way into our room throughout the night was yelling from her crib, the same words we awaken to every morning. “Daddy, Poop, Now!”
Before Josh even had a chance to come to Rachel’s aid their was a knock at the door. Who, at 7:30 am, would be at the door. Well, it was my parents, who are living in our mini barn, we had accidentally locked them out of the house and there was no other plumbing, besides the plumbing in the house. But they were not alone. Gus was at the door too. Gus lives about a block away, his big brother had locked him out of his house. Gus knew he could count on us for breakfast.
I don’t know why I didn’t make it downstairs in time for breakfast, and I had to wonder if Josh was also absent during the children’s breakfast. One chair and the whole table had been painted with a thick coat of yogurt, which had already dried. And the children were now happily playing in the backyard, some in pajamas, some in their undies and one in neither. Their day had begun.
Rachel, the two year old, was busy teaching one of the laying hens to swim in the baby pool. Estera, the three year old, was perched calmly on top of the chicken coop stroking her favorite hen, named Jim-Bob&Larry. Isaac our six year old was digging for bones. And Anna was riding her new bike in circles around the deck, with a chicken under one arm. The baby was still sleeping. And Josh, he was missing again.
For that moment everyone was happy and at peace. Even the chickens, somehow, were enjoying life to the fullest. So before I dove into the day’s work I escaped to the quiet-time room. I could see the chicken yard from my place on the couch and with mother’s ears I could keep track of all of life’s happenings in our backyard. For a moment I thought about all the things that needed to be done, and then I wondered how I could do any of it at all. Peace and strength settled over me, and like sunshine and rain, this was going to be a good day...
"The events that unfolded yesterday might just be some of the most entertaining moments of my life to look back on, now that that day is over. I wanted to take the time to write down all that happened in the course of the average day in my life, when I get a chance I'll add to the story. Yesterday I realized what a funny life we live here at 225 North Main Street"
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| BamaSuzy |
Posted - May 31 2005 : 9:03:08 PM
Your description of your children and all they were "into" was wonderful! You have a definite gift for words!---AND a delightfully wonderful family!
You can bury a lot of troubles digging in the dirt! |
| Eileen |
Posted - May 31 2005 : 08:46:34 AM
Hi Sarah,
Sounds like a good life. My first thought when reading about your day was I wonder if Sarah has ever heard of the "Humanuer Handbook" With so little available plumbing and this great educational tool available it might be something you might want to look into. An emergency sawdust composting toilet in the barn. They are wonderful and when done correctly have no odor, and a useful by-product. Saves our precious water as well. It was written by Joseph Jenkins and published by Jenkins Publishing P.O.Box 607, Grove City, PA.16127 To order your copy of this wonderful book you can call 1-800-639-4099.
Eileen
songbird; singing joy to the earth |
| MeadowLark |
Posted - May 31 2005 : 08:20:15 AM
Sarah, That is wonderful you are journaling these precious moments in your young families lives! Do you keep a journal? Mary Jane has farmgirl journals for sale on her website just for this purpose...to chronicle our busy, busy lives and all the joy! I have kept a journal since I was 18...I am 49 now. There are some years I skipped but it is neat to look back and see all the change throughout the decades. You are such a good writer and have so many things happening!
"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there." Rumi, 13th century. |
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