So after the stress and crazy cleanup of the hurricane, we are back in the saddle right now about to play some music! Woo hoo! Music therapy!!! Love the music and my band family. Everything means so much more. God is good like that. You realize who you love is right here all along plating music with you as a team and family. And who wanted to go already left and you you may miss them but you realize it was their choice and you can still live a full productive life with those who remain. “Love isn’t in the falling but in the staying.” When people don’t check in after a catastrophe, they had no intention to stay. It is liberating to know who is staying and who fell off. And we can happily get back to making beautiful and/or fun music! Rock on! Stay to love!❤
In true musician style, while everyone is preparing for the hurricane, my husband is subbing for a guitarist in our old band at a gig. Some people worry and some make music. Lol. Love it. Puts things into perspective. Music is the very best therapy for any occasion. Kinda glad they didn’t need a keyboardist, though. I took the kids and wind-proofed mom’s house and spent some time reassuring her, played some games, and walked her dog. Glad we had that time with her. And then after getting home and getting the kids to bed, I went outside and looked up at the stars, which thankfully were out. And I just felt this wave of appreciation flood over me. How great is our God! He is so precious and loving, detailing even a boring night sky with beautiful diamonds twinkling down to reassure us He is paying attention and is enormous and perfect. And I thought that God must be a musician too. What a beautiful moment. ❤❤❤
Who said a ditch had to be boring? My son and Joe threw some concrete together and embedded some river rock into it to line the ditch and keep it together and in place. I finished getting the proper gradient for good flow so none pools up (we don’t want to help mosquitoes breed). Very functional and pretty and every time it rains we will have and little creek flowing on the river rock bed. And my son learned a new skill (super excited about that part of it). We will clean up the plastic later, just getting the essentials before the storm if it comes. Yay!!!! ❤
So here is what we have been up to. We dug a ditch around the newly screened in back porch. This needed to be done anyway, but Irma sped up the necessity. Now no matter how much rain we get, it has somewhere other than the house to go. So, just now showered after all day up to now digging ditches with Joe (our amazing handyman). Tough work it was, going through roots of our current oak tree and cut down sycamore tree, but I am happy and will sleep well tonight. ❤
So pleased to stay home all day today!
A day off makes the heart all glad
And blissful car washing and play
We cleaned and rested, watched a movie.
Oh the delight of such a day
For family time without a care
And tying quilt while talking to loves
Thank you, Lord, for such a delightful day!❤
So, I took an uncomfortably closeup shot just to look objectively at my health progress and I noticed something other than the plain features and small hormonal breakout. I still don’t look anything like either my mom or my dad (so the adopted theory is still on the table). However, I am looking a little bit more like my sister in the eyes as I age. And that is making the adopted theory a bit shakier now. Lol Well, have a fantastic night’s sleep, beautiful friend. ❤
A very long time ago, I babysat a girl. It was my one and only time babysitting her. I used to wonder what I had done wrong that they never asked me again. Many families with 4 kids or 2 kids were quite pleased with my babysitting, paid me extra, wanted me back. I was in demand and every weekend in those days was booked. But this one family with this one girl never had me watch her again. Why? And she popped back into my mind. I called her by her name, Rose. She was quite wild and I did not want her hurt or the house damaged so I made her sit with me and draw. She was quite good at it. I had her help me wash dishes while I told a story or sang to her (as she was 9). And she was a doll the whole time I was there. As soon as her parents stepped through the door, she was wild again, like a completely different person, almost possessed. The dad laughed at her crazy and said, “That’s why we call her Wildfire.” I left, boggled and all these years did not understand it all until now. I remember their surprise at her beautiful picture, their almost disdain at her helping with dishes, her calm demeanor they glanced before she realized they had arrived home. They wanted a wild child, a spoiled princess they could laugh at, be entertained by. She was their entertainment. I infringed upon that and showed her a different way without realizing it. I did right by that beautiful little girl and they wanted wrong and it all started with the name. Wildfire. Not sweet Rose. And I love and respect children and demand they love and respect others and themselves and it starts with names. Children tend to live up to what they are called and treated and what their name means. Please understand that and make a point to be purposeful in your talk to people. Only encourage and lift up. “Tell God your problems and bad stuff, tell other people everything else” is very, very good advice I heard from advice wise woman of God.❤