Little pajamas

It's so bleedin' hot and my girls that just arrived don't have little pajamas, just long ones. They should be wearing little tiny ones with not much touching their skin.

No air conditioning in this ole' house.

I offered them my little pajamas but alas, I didn't have enough duck tape to keep them in place so they wouldn't fall down around their knees.

Just another little secret from the Kent household.

I'll go now and wear my own little nightie but I won't need duck tape.

Discerning...

Ya, there are some things that have me on my knees these days.....and not scrubbing floors either.

People are sick. They are lonely. Some are making crucial decisions. Others aren't making any decisions at all and they need to.

My heart and mind waft into the Father's presence, seeking Him out, waiting, asking, reasoning, desiring, attempting to discern various situations, all the while knowing that "God works all things together for good, to those that love him and are called according to his purposes." Romans 8:28

I need stillness. I need quietness. I need aloneness. I need to be on the same page as God in these days. There are circumstances and decisions being made by folks that will last on into eternity and I desire to be thinking with the mind of Christ.

Yet, we are expected to keep on living and working and doing all the things we need to do each day. We get busy. We get distracted.

God, enter again into my being and enable my spirit to coincide with your Spirit. I desire to walk close to you right now to discern your will.

Shower!

I missed the meteor shower the other night. Perhaps if it clears up we may still see a few "stars" shooting past in the northeastern sky......and then I'll make my wishes.

I wish:
- Canada would come up with one gold medal at the Olympics
- for world peace

Both of those are just as likely.

Onward and upward. We can still cheer for some of the underdogs of which we most likely are a part.

I'm watching on CBC.

NBC is somewhat overly zealous for their own, and rightly so.

But I shall watch on CBC. Go CANADA! It's kind of hard for them to hear that in China so I shall say it loudly...

G - O - O - O..............C A N A D A.

I think they heard me. Those guys are working up a sweat in rowing.

I'm too old for this!

Ya, working all day and then coming home to eat and after that, dropping in to St. Joe's to see Aunt Connie. And if that wasn't enough....getting back home with husband and having to work up a sweat, just sitting there while I'm entertained.




Heh heh heh

THAT got you reading, now didn't it.

The Olympics just have me goin'. It's kind of like horse racing. I love watching horse racing. I always pick out a favorite and then watch the dang race in it's entirety...all the while sitting there like a jackass on a couch, pulse quickening, blood pressure rising, nails being bitten and sweating like there's no air conditioning ('cause there isn't!). Ya, that's how the Olympics do me in. I imagine myself right in the pool with those folks and by the time the race is ended, I've had a very admirable and totally focused race myself.

I'll be right back. I need a towel.

This perhaps, could be a great tool for losing weight.

And now for some more entertainment...heh heh heh

'nite.....

Small world...

I think that is so true.

Seems like those I see daily are either coming from or going to a foreign overseas country of some sort.

France.

Italy.

Spain.

England.

Sweeden.

Mexico.

Poland.

even to the U.S. ;-)

We are blessed people indeed....but, I still love Canada. Not that I've been anywhere much....but ya, where else could you feel comfortable saying "eh?" all the time? Eh?

Spree.....

With kids coming home, I've been on a cleaning spree. I'd rather be on a shopping one. House is clean inside and out, corners, high places, everywhere. Cob webs blasted from the stucco outside, sidewalks all swept and washed. Done.

Having said that, I know I'm tired when I can say for the first time ever, I slept through a thunder storm.

I won't be doing that much cleaning again for a very long time!

I wouldn't be lying if I said I'd rather hear thunder than have a clean house.

First the daughter and granddaughter arrive this Friday....then son and his "very significant other" arrive a week from tomorrow on a Monday. Good times.

Lord, keep them safe on their travels.....and allow the vehicles to run....please.

We got to talking...

Ya, daughter and I got to talking tonight on the phone about her Grandpa, my dad. She was 9 years old when he died. She talked about how his death took something from her and she closed up a part of her life right then.

It's hard having someone you love so much, die. I felt that death too, immeasurably.

She went on to talk about how she had never heard him raise his voice to her or be angry with her in any way.......well, there was that one time. Once when poor grandpa was looking after her (she was 3), she and her pal Lisa went to school. Yes, they both took off walking to John Diefenbaker School and decided that they wanted to be students too. She knew the way as Grandpa would ride her on my bike each day to the "Yellow Tore" - Mars Foods. She didn't tell Grandpa she was leaving. I thought my dad was going to have a nervous breakdown right then and there!. Here he was responsible for her and he couldn't find her anywhere. I came home from work and began phoning and looking and walking and driving. Then a call came to our house. The teacher at the school knew who she was and knew Grandpa too. She called to say Shannon and Lisa were indeed enjoying their stay at school, but figured we would be worried about their whereabouts!!!! THAT was the only time Grandpa raised his voice to her....and when I got home...well, those were the days when spankings weren't illegal.

She remembered her Grandpa with such love and fondness. She wondered how life would have been if he had lived past his all-too-short 72 years. How would her life have been had he been around to influence her and encourage her in so many positive ways that only grandparents can.

It made me think about my role as a grandparent. I wonder how I'm measuring up. I would desire to live up to the love and compassion of my father.....but there was and always will be only one of him.

So, Dad, Grandpa, Phil Benson, if you're looking down on us in these days, be assured that your positive ways, your zany sense of humor and your care and concern for others, truly lives on through your dear granddaughter, Shannon Melody....and all of us left behind who continue to remember you with great love.

We got to talking.....and what better person to talk about....than a dear Grandpa.