A Quiet Day at Fairview

A few minutes after 6 this morning I waved good-bye to my husband, daughter, and youngest son. They are going to be at the World Beef Expo in Milwaukee until Sunday. My oldest son is doing the farm chores and I am catching up on this and that.

This: cleaning 2 closets.

That: cleaning the spilled ½ gallon sour milk out of the basement refrigerator. Eeeeeew!

Plus: Calling Select Comfort to figure out why my bed is losing air and pulling the bed all apart to work on the problem.

This evening I sat on my porch swing listening to the sounds of the evening. Bug crawled up on my lap and insisted upon a chin scratch. I heard large snapping noises in the pines, so JM and I went off to see if there were any cows out. We did not find any, and he thinks I was hearing crows.

Tonight I’m going to curl up with a book. Hm. Should I choose Codes of Hammurabi and Moses or Sowell’s Basic Economics? Or perhaps I should read ahead in Traditional Logic. Oh! Such pleasant bedtime reading!

(Homeschoolers are strange.)

So, I’m told that my last post had those poppy seeds again. That means I forgot and posted while using Mozilla Firefox instead of Internet Explorer. Alas! I wonder if they will ever get the problem worked out!

I read a passage in Elisabeth Elliot’s book, Keep a Quiet Heart, that I thought worth pondering: “The servant is not greater than his Lord. When we cry ‘Why, Lord?’ we should ask instead, ‘Why not, Lord? Shall I not follow my master in suffering as in everything else?’”

I’m keeping my eyes on the Weather Channel and my heart in prayer for those of you who are in the path of Hurricane Rita. You should know that there are many people who are holding you up in prayer right now.

Peace.


Bug and Shakespeare (left) attacking a shoe last winter.
Shakey is still missing.