* Last Sunday was a beautiful day, and the sun peeked through the wet windows {ahhhh fall condensation, right?} before church. It was so pretty! We had a great church service and I got to hold little Livy Anne during Sunday School, so that was a treat! We didn't leave the couch all day. We napped and watched movies and Pinterested {okay that was just me} and drank coffee and ate pumpkin cookies. It was so wonderful. Ryan had worked a long, long day Saturday and had to work again on Monday, so this day was perfection. And then....the week.
* Monday morning's sunrise was stunning and that was the end of stunning. Ryan left early for work {on the holiday, yes} and found his truck was dead. So he had to take my car to work, and I stayed home and edited the daylights out of the writing project I just finished. {I decided if he didn't get a holiday, I shouldn't take one either.} Braeya "helped" by walking across my paper after parading through the shower. Eyeroll. During the day, we found out that Ryan's mom had been taken to the hospital and was admitted, which scared us to death. Ryan went to see her after work, and when he got home, he tried to figure out what was wrong with the truck and decided, after a trip to the auto parts store, that it must be a bad fuel pump. YAY!!
* Tuesday afternoon I attempted to attend a cross country meet for my niece, Savannah. Unfortunately the start/finish line was crowded with NO possible parking options left, so I tried to find a place in the middle of the course to see her, but they didn't run the normal course, so I never found her. Sigh. Went home, enjoyed white chicken chili with Ryan, and as we pushed his dead truck into the street so it could eventually be towed to the shop, I noticed the tire on my car was flat. Because of course.
* Although Ryan had pumped up the tire on Tuesday night, it was flat again by Wednesday morning, so he took our one remaining working vehicle, and told me to take the car to the tire shop. I knew I had a small window of time for the air to stay in the tire, so I tried to find a friend to pick me up and went to hang out at the tire store for a while. {We won't talk about the many tears in the interim.} That night, our friend Randy came over to tow Ryan's dead truck to a DIFFERENT shop, and I made a thank you dinner for him. It was chicken pot pie, but he doesn't like peas, so I picked them all out of the mixed veggies. :)
* Thursday, I worked so hard on some writing tasks, so I was ready for lunch and one of my FAVORITE things about lunch in this season of my life: watching House Hunters while I eat! I treated myself to iced coffee for the afternoon, to give me the energy to finish said writing project, and then that night, we went out for a run. A guy stopped me on campus and asked me if I was on my way to practice. NO, but THANK YOU for thinking I'm that young, Sir!! And I noticed while we were out...the leaves have begun to fall...sigh.
* Friday was September 11th, marking the one day a year I cancel life to watch documentaries. I get lost in the stories of the people. Can't help it. It was a good day for curling up for documentaries, since it rained the entire day and was cold, to boot. When Ryan came home, we ordered pizza and curled up on the couch to watch TV and end this long, long week.







6 comments:
I've think you've had enough car trouble to last a year!!
ooh cannot wait to hear about your date!! and mounds state park!
and how awesome you IWU runner you. totally could be a college girl. :)
XOXO
Tamar - ME TOO!! I do not handle it with any particular grace.
Polly - Come back tomorrow!!!! I have stories for you!! :)
You picked out the peas!?!? You are a true selfless servant!! And I pray that this week will more than make up for last week!
Every last pea!! It was the least I could do for all the help he gave us. :)
Wow. That was quite the week. And I agree with you -- I am also very interested in all the September 11 stuff. One year I read every book I could find at the library about it. Oh, in retrospect, if only we had known what we know now.
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