(I’m a few days late posting this; sorry)
Stephen has a meeting this morning to discuss a new promotion that is underway, and had to leave early for work. But I still had time to bike up to the library and access the internet (by myself, no less! Thank you, Stephen). I printed out a few emails and blog posts I didn’t have time to read immediately (sorry, trees; I’m afraid a few more of your lives will be then unfortunate cost of our internet-free lifestyle). Once home, I tended to the usual morning chores: straighten the babies’ room, wash the breakfast dishes, plan lunch, change diapers, put the babies down to nap. The house now quiet, I settled down with a coffee mug to read my stack of papers.
What a delicious treat. Is there anything lovelier than sipping steaming coffee in a clean, well-lit place, reading some chosen bits from the internet without fighting its constant distractions, and knowing all the while that your babies are contentedly sleeping and your husband is receiving deserved recognition for his good work?
A few of the blog posts were particularly excellent. I have recently been enjoying Erica Strauss’s Northwest Edible Life quite a bit. She’s an urban homesteader out in Seattle, and aside from sharing my love of all things gardening and cooking, she sees the world with remarkably clear eyes.
(Incoming news: Stephen just called, and he finally got his promotion! Starting on the thirtieth of this month, he will be in charge of medical devices for California, Washington, and Oregon. He will be working slightly earlier hours from the same location and making almost double what he makes now. I am so proud of him.)
Anyway, back to Northwest Edibles. I’m including links for a couple of my favorite posts here (“Hope in a Bottle”) and here (“The Terrible Tragedy of the Healthy Eater”). Erica’s posts have inspired us to think differently about our spending, to consider the astounding influence of advertising, and to resist the lure of the cheap fix. If you have the time to read through the links, you’ll see what I mean.
.Also in my pile were a couple poems that I received from some friends. (I meant to ask them if they’d mind me sharing them with you all, but I forgot. Oops.) What a wonderful life this is, to have such dear, talented friends and family.
On the home life front, we’ve decided to stay in Lakewood (yay!). Our apartment building is under new management who seem really interested in fixing the place up. I’m going to approach the owner about possibly gardening in some of the now-empty plots. Wish me luck.
The babies are growing at a remarkable rate. Little William is extremely wiggly, a voracious eater (such a relief after Laila’s infant struggles), and a happy, contented baby boy. I do so love to make him laugh. Laila learns new words every day. She loves her books and pictures of faraway family, and thinks my brother Sam’s name is “Zombie” (a word he taught her). She is also completely enamored of our neighbor Jon.
Stephen is doing well at work (obviously) and is enjoying its challenges. He handles some very difficult phone calls, both from people in awful situations and people with awful temperaments. He does much better with those than I ever could. In his off-hours, he has been experimenting with curing and drying meats. I’ve even reluctantly agreed to lend him some space in my closet to dry a duck breast for prosciutto, so long as it doesn’t attract any of God’s less-desirable creatures.
I am enjoying raising my babies, experimenting in the kitchen, and planning next years’ garden (how very domestic of me). Hopefully, I’ll be able to branch out into the money-making world soon and put together a studio. Someday, I would love to own enough urban land for a market garden and maybe some goats and ducks. We’ll see.
Medically, all seems well. Stephen’s numbers (whatever they are) are where they should be, and no new tumors have appeared. Laila survived a few stitches on her forehead and seems to have learned nothing from her ordeal but to love and demand suckers constantly (one of which a nurse gave her in the emergency room). She even thinks my new lamp (an awesome birthday present from my mom) is a sucker, and finds it unbearable that I won’t let her taste it. William is growing at a healthy rate, and I remain disease- and pregnancy-free (another yay!).
As always, we are grateful for your prayers and friendship. Please feel free to post your own updates in the comments. As distracting as the internet can be, it is certainly a boon to those of us with family and friends spread out across the world. We would love to hear from you, and pray you remain always
Under His Mercy,