Men hammering and working on roof. Dumpster in driveway. Hot as all get out, so not a good time to be a roofer, but goodness, they're sweet men. Not a swear word to be heard and very kind when I talk to them. There's a lot to be said for that.
Army National Guard son came over last night to talk to my husband. He's very nervous about his deployment, and not handling it well just now. He leaves 2 weeks from today and could use some prayers. He's got to get to a peaceful spot in his heart. I know he knows the Lord, but has pushed Him aside these past years, letting his attention stray. His wife isn't a believer, so that's an added concern. Honestly, baby Hazel is of prime importance. Kids come first. If you could hold them up from time to time, I'd sure appreciate it and know they'd feel it. Praying the experience will prove to be a positive of God working in their lives, depending on Him.
I told my husband I feel nostalgic for the 80's lately. He gives me a look. The eighties, he says. I told him that while we were experiencing extremely tight financial times, we only had 3 kids (like how many we have in the house now), and our needs and wants were simpler. The children were small (oldest son was born in '85, oldest daughter in '87, and second son in '89) and under our total care. We hadn't started homeschooling yet and the days were innocent and low impact. I do miss that. Now we have big kids with big problems.
So... this summer, in conjunction with my nostalgia leanings, I've cleared out a spot for paints and drawing pencils, that sort of thing. Have drawn pictures of Hazel and Adelaide on canvases and am slowly coloring them. The only thing is, I have to draw upside down. When I taught the kids from 'Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain' by Betty Edwards, I remember how she said if you draw something upside down, you draw what you see and not what you THINK you see. I absolutely agree. So, I took photos of the babies, flipped them, and was so surprised to see what came about after turning the canvases back over. When I was in drawing class in college, they didn't teach this concept, but for me, it's amazing. Nice to get lost in the process.
Me time. So good for my mental health, and keeps my focus in the right place.
Stay cool, friends. Heat index to be 105 here at 3pm. Ridiculous, I know. Seems we're all in the same boat, and the South can't brag about it only being us.