What it's Like to Be Home

I have noticed in the blog world, it isn't really a thing any more. The last year of teaching kept me too busy to clearly and cohesively put together thoughts to share. It was a plumb miracle if I got the bare basics done. Now that I am back, I find a few faithful bloggers and am comforted. I plan to stay. Now that I am home, I plan to write and write and write. You have been warned. 😏

The profound thought chasing around my head the last several weeks of school was...

"Everyone stop trying to impress each other. Just quietly do the stuff God gave you to do and mind your own business!" 

Now that was nicely summarized and I'm sure you have no idea what I am preaching about. I'll leave that for another time when I'm feeling more upset about it. I kinda lost my oomph for that sermon anyway.

Being at home is a pinch me I'm dreaming kind of feeling. It doesn't feel super real yet. Reality takes over in time for meals and laundry, something of which my family is so thankful. I'm relearning recipes and kitchen techniques. I made bread from scratch the other day. I have time to read books and blogs. I found a You Tube video the other day about making my own French market bag with macrame or crochet. It's a whole new world, thinking about these things. I've only thought verbs and participles and equations for so long. 

I take my kayak out some days and find beautiful lily pads abloom and birds and ducks twittering and quacking. I see fish under my kayak as I glide.

I have acquired three Bolga baskets in the last four years...now that I am home they are used very differently than when I was teaching...Who knew they would be divine for going to the lake?

And living at the lake is a wonderful experience...it truly is. But the fact is, we have our family adjustments to make. Fighting still breaks out and bickering occurs. After spending the last eight months apart I am suddenly somehow supposed to be more needy and not think independently so much. I need to inform my people of my whereabouts more frequently and be around when someone is hungry. I was kinda hoping we were beyond all that. Ha!

Domesticating the house...This is something I have missed so much. I find my tastes in decor have changed. I want simple, clean, and practical. If I'm not using it, I want it to go. 

We are truly celebrating our new life. Bruce is now a nurse and starts work soon. I GET TO STAY HOME. I made mention of needing to get a job this fall for something to do and Bruce was very hesitant about such a thought. So, guess I'll write a book about submission instead.😇