Sunday morning started with Efrain down for the count with stomach troubles. That left me with five to motor-vate in a churchward direction, and we were pretty well on time and nobody was fighting and everything seemed on target until we were walking into church. As we crossed the center aisle of the nave, bowing to the altar and continuing on our way to where I prefer to sit these days on the outermost edge of the south transept, Ruben began to make noises like he was not feeling at all well. It was about 20 minutes till mass would begin, and I hoped just sitting quietly in the pew would calm him down. It did not. At 2 minutes to 9am, I decided it would be best if we were going to have to leave to do it now, so I motioned to Ellie to slide over, and whispered to her for the rest of them to just stay put and I would be back for them after taking Ruben home.
Turned out by the time we reached the van, it seemed like he might be alright just resting there, so we watched the rest of the mass on my phone.
I was so happy I’d gotten to park right near the Red Cybertruck that we see most every Sunday, parked right near the entrance. Hope they don’t mind that I snapped a couple of pics because they have the coolest decal on the side – two of my favorite things: Evangelism and Cybertrucks! Sweet!
The rest of the afternoon was quiet. And when I say quiet I mean, we had a hot-dog picnic under the lid, cleaned up, and Paul and I went to have a Sunday Afternoon Nap while various kids finished the chores they were supposed to do on Saturday but had not exactly finished. And while we had our nap, we were interrupted about eleventy-seven times with reports, complaints, false claims of being finished, and demands that I get up and view their work so that I could then turn on their screens, which were, by way of motivation, turned off until such time as I gave them my royal thumbs-up.
When we’d finally given up on that whole napping thing, I went to “help” Ruben in his bedroom, while Paul went to do some outside work of which I was completely unaware until later.
I’d just sat down at my computer after having spent a good deal of time with Ruben when Natalie marched in through the back door and declared that Paul had commanded that I come out with my camera. Mystified, I complied. And this is what I found him doing:
I’d no idea he had decided today was the day to take down the iron fence that has been along our north property line since we bought the house in 1999! But since we moved in, the neighbors to the north have put up cinderblock fencing, which means there’s really no point to the shorter iron fence any longer, and all it does is make it difficult to combat the weeds that grow up along the edge. So today he got out the angle grinder and took half of it down and into manageable pieces that he will be able to haul in his truck to the dump, or wherever he ends up taking them. My goodness he got himself dirty!
Observers…
Finished off the evening with a little drive to the Dollar Tree so Natalie, Ellie and Xavier could browse/shop a little. Came home in time for Jeff to arrive so we could watch a very frustrating episode 7 of Severance, season 2. Listen to me: wherever you are with this series, I’m just saying, you don’t hate Lumon enough. Grrrrrrr!
And a parting shot, taken by Mark on a recent outing with Geneva. I adore this.
