Recycle, Reuse, Repurpose, Part 3

This time I made an under-bed storage box instead of buying one.



I had to get rid of this box anyway, so half of it got recycled and half got reused for a new purpose. I cut it down from 8 inches to 5 so it would fit under our bed frame. Now I have a place to put my sweatpants and winter pajamas while it is 100 degrees outside.

Recycle, Reuse, Repurpose, Part 2

(This isn't really part 2, because I've posted more than twice on this topic. Someday I'll have to go back and find all the blogs about them and make links to them.) In the mean time, here's my latest: a new lid for my big plastic all purpose bowl (whose lid got melted on the stove many years ago). I reused some of the plastic that a mattress was wrapped in.

Here's a link to the real version of this item, which is too small for this large bowl. And while researching that I found a site that said you could get 100 disposable shower caps for $2 which work wonderfully for this use. I may have to try to find a box of those at a beauty supply store.

Losing My Mind

When I can't remember where I put something, the only solution is to think, "Now where would I have put it if I had it to do over again?" Often this logical approach works, even if I can't actually remember doing it the first time.

Slow iGoogle

Has anyone else noticed how iGoogle has become slow, slow, slow? I got fed up with it and no longer use it for my home page. I liked it before because you can have lots of nifty things on it, but it has gotten too slow to reload and it was making me mad.

The Pijin Bible is Dedicated

The Pijin Bible was dedicated in Honiara, Solomon Islands on July 7, 2008. That date was the 30th anniversary of independence.

We worked in the Solomons so many years ago it seems like it was in a previous life. We went there first in 1976 at the age of about 23 where we did language survey work that was also part of Gary's research toward his Ph.D. We returned in 1979 to begin translation work on the island of Malaita. Andrew was 9 months old at the time. Rachel was bred and born on Malaita, and I was pregnant with David when we returned to life in the USA at the end of 1983. Only once since then were we able to make a short visit back, in 1987, I believe.

We were advisers for several language projects on the island, including Lau and To'abaita. The Lau project was taken up by another team and the NT was published in 1992. The Solomon Islander who worked most closely with us on the Lau project was Aloysius Jack. Why am I telling you all of this? Because Jack went on to also be involved in Pijin translation, and that fact brings us great joy and satisfaction.

Here is a link to photos of the dedication ceremony. Photo #9 shows Jack with the boxes of Bibles. He and two others received the Solomon Islands Medal to honor their work in bringing the translation to completion. Also, here is a link to a press release about the dedication.

Driving in Seattle

We rented a car to use while we were in Seattle for David's wedding. I think this is the only photo I got showing the minivan, parked here in front of the house we stayed in. A minivan costs twice as much to rent as a little car, but with the number of people we had to get from A to B on numerous occasions, and how few of those people were drivers, we decided to go for the minivan rental. It was pricey, but worth it.

I hate driving. I hate driving anywhere, but I especially hate driving when I don't know where I am or how to get to where I'm going. I hate when people rattle off directions followed by "you can't miss it." I'm having to learn to deal with the fact that under those circumstances, I almost always do miss it. And that is embarrassing when the car is full of people who intimidate me, even if they are non-drivers.

Having gotten that gripe off my chest, here is the rest I have to say about driving in and around Seattle. The bad things: the roads are curvy and hilly, the signs are purposely small and hard to see (some of the suburbs must have signage laws), gas was expensive, traffic can be bad, and the house numbering system was logical but cumbersome. The good things: the HOV lanes on the freeway are organized in a fashion much more sensible than the ones here in Dallas and my friend Janet made more than one trip to SEA airport that I was supposed to make.

...Buy Me Some Peanuts and ....

My silly husband had a great idea for watching the All-Star game last night. At least we owned a tarp.

She's a Beautiful Baby

So which grandma do you think competed in the Miss Universe contest??

Hint: not me! :-)

Zoom, Zoom

The cable guy was just here and installed a new cable modem for our internet service. We used to be 7 and now we are 10. 7 and 10 what, I don't really know. Nor do I know if that will make any difference in reality. But 10 sounds a lot faster than 7.

Recycle, Reuse, Repurpose

Don't throw those wilted roses away. Instead, pluck off the petals so kitty can enjoy her bowl of water like a princess.

Yes, sometimes I do get carried away with the idea that I need to use everything at least twice before I throw it away. But wouldn't you say I did a pretty good job of reusing stuff when I made myself a matching purse and Gary a tie with the fabric I cut off to shorten my dress for David's wedding??

Pro-Life and Anti-Abortion

I've always thought that abortion was killing a human being and I've always thought that life begins at conception. I base my thoughts on science--the fact that at the moment of conception there is a qualitative difference in the state of affairs as compared to the state of affairs the moment prior to conception.

But this post isn't about thoughts, its about feelings. And I just want to say that as I hold my "perfect" granddaughter, I feel that abortion is wrong. She is so alive.

And so were the 3500+ babies that were aborted yesterday in our country, to say nothing of the others around the world (one source puts that number at 115,000 per day worldwide).

Blog Update

Wow, it seems like I've abandoned this blog, it has been so long since I've posted. I have been posting quite a bit on my family blog, since that seems like the best place to talk about all the family things we've had going on and to spew out all my cute baby photos. Last night I dusted off my minimal movie-making skills and used Windows Movie Maker to make a movie of Isabella and grandpa--less than 2 minutes, if you want to check it out on YouTube.

I am quite enjoying being a grandma. It is lots easier than being a parent, especially when it comes to sleep. The pain has long since been forgotten, but I have a favorite story I repeat--probably too often--about how I didn't get a full night of sleep for seven years, due to the fact that I was either pregnant or nursing.

In other news, soon I'll write a post about the publication and dedication of the Pijin Bible--the whole Bible. That recently happened and brings us lots of joy and good memories of the days when we were working in the Solomon Islands during the early '80s. God is faithful and it is a joy to see the fruit of one's work decades later, even from a distance.

I also made notes while in Washington about driving in Seattle--ugh, I hate driving! Maybe that will turn into a blog, too.

In some ways I feel like I might be on the cusp of some changes in my daily life. Maybe it is just that my interests have been changing some in the past year, and having so many family things going is a catalyst to make that a reality.

Enough blather--I need to go mop the kitchen floor. And vacuum the house. And balance the check book. And write thank you notes. And, and, and.

My Grandmotherly Duty

...is to make sure the world has enough photos of this child. I hope no one is making fun of me.

(and to see some more of those photos, see my family blog)

Baby Report

It is official--there are four generations living in my house at the moment. Maybe later we can get a photo documenting that fact.

We've just gotten home safely from the hospital--discharging was a lengthy process--and now the new family is trying to get settled. Their small end of the house might work for two people, but now there are four living there--mom, dad, baby, and maternal grandmother.

I've made Isabella a bilingual Birth day cake--that will probably show up in tomorrow's photos.

Lord, get them off to a good start as a little family.

The Grandmothers/Las Abuelitas

The other grandmother has arrived from the Dominican Republic, and now we all await baby's arrival. Since baby has shown no signs of wanting to leave her warm abode, the doctor is taking measures, starting tonight, to make her move on out. If all goes as planned, she should make her arrival tomorrow afternoon or evening.

Please pray with us for a safe delivery. And safe driving for me as I go back and forth tomorrow to the hospital which is 22 miles away.

I brought Grandma Miguelina home and embarrassed myself with my faltering Spanish, but she seems not to mind. I asked her if she would like lunch before we left for the hospital at 7am. She replied, "you mean breakfast??" My Spanish is very rusty!

Self-aware?

Is there a word for "the ability to see yourself the way others see you"?

Two Down, One to Go

I know you've been wondering why no new posts from me lately. Or, maybe not. In any case, I've been busy marrying off my youngest child. We've been in Seattle for the better part of a week to accomplish that feat. Lots of family time, eating, and meeting our son's new in-laws. Tomorrow, maybe a little sightseeing.

On my family blog I've posted links to four online photo albums which I'm made to document this event. So have a look if you don't have anything better to do.

God Is Watching Over You

OK, you don't have to listen to all of this music video, but it is the song that came to mind today as Rachel and I were having a weird experience.

Today was Rachel's payday, so we decided to go out this afternoon to do some errands together, one of which was picking up her paycheck and taking it to the bank to deposit along with some other checks she had in hand. She made out the deposit slip, laid it down on the floor of the car and off we went on our errands. We went to Cox Farms, we went to the Dollar Store, we went to the post office. Then we went to the bank.

But then she didn't have a pen, so we had to ask for one while sitting at the bank drive-through. Pen in hand, then she tried to find her check to add it to the deposit slip and we couldn't find it. She was getting frustrated because it was gone, to say nothing of the fact that we were holding up the drive-thru line. Then her phone rang. It was a total stranger saying she had Rachel's check. Apparently it had fallen out of the car at the store and some sweet old lady picked it up and contacted Rachel. So we rushed over to the store again, and realized: how did she know Rachel's phone number?? I said to Rachel as we drove, "God is watching over you." She went inside the store and found the little old lady with her check.

Turns out this lady called information and got our house phone number, and Andrew just happened to be on our side of the house to hear and answer the phone and gave the lady Rachel's cell number. When the lady gave Rachel the check she said, "God must love you a lot to watch over you like this." Rachel replied, "Yeah, my mom just said that too."

So, it the space of maybe 15 to 20 minutes her check was lost, and found, and deposited, and we were reminded that God is watching over Rachel. As always.

Craving an Apology

I've been told that my biggest personal failing in life is my inability to apologize when I do something wrong. Instead of apologize, I deal with the situation by putting it behind me and trying to "do better" in the area where I failed. Usually that works, because I don't feel I have many terminally broken relationships in my life. But still, it is true: I admit I have a hard time apologizing.

Right now I'm personally going through a situation where I wish someone would apologize to me. I'm not going to say who or why, but deep inside I hurt and feel like that hurt won't go away unless that person would personally apologize to me.

However, I'm not stupid or blind, and I'm pretty certain that this person is NOT going to apologize to me, ever. Very likely, the person has no idea of the pain I'm feeling. And even if they did know, they wouldn't likely feel any obligation to do anything about it.

So, I guess I'm left in a position that I've often put others in.

Let's hope my hurt isn't entirely wasted.

Proverbs 20:31 Sometimes it takes a painful experience to make us change our ways.

Money Laundering

Well, maybe not washing, but at least ironing. Word on the street is you can't get into Kenya (that is, you can't pay for your visitor's visa) without a crisp $50 bill.

How to make a Baby Book Cake for a Baby Shower

I've made my second fancy cake. Here's proof in a Picasa web album. And it even tasted good since it was homemade carrot cake. The theme of the baby shower was Children's Books.

How to make a Baby Book Cake for a Baby Shower

Update

I haven't posted much this week. I have written a couple blogs, but then relegated them to the draft bucket while I think about them some more. I'm still cogitating on faith and want to write a couple more posts about that. But I don't want to say anything too stupid, so I'm still mulling over my faith-full thoughts.

I'm also adjusting to my non-Empty Nest. There are now 5 of us living here, with a 6th in the cooker. And speaking of cooking, we're eating the evening meal together so I'm back to cooking at least once a day. Somehow my daily walk has gone by the wayside this week--one of the adjustments I've made in the wrong direction. Also, it is getting too hot.

Rachel is still checking out housing options. There seem to be numerous opportunities for summer-only, and a few others for long term. May God give us all wisdom and guidance as we talk with her considering the options.

We're having a big party on Sunday right after church, a BBQ-Baby Shower. I've got lots to do today and tomorrow to prepare.

Really Hungry

Practicing

I got an early birthday present so I could make a special cake for a baby shower next weekend. And I needed to bring a dessert to our Sunday School picnic today, so I decided to give my fondant cutters a try.

In other news, I mowed the lawn this morning so Gary could work on a project, cleaned the bathroom, made homemade guacamole, and started hemming my dress for David and Sarah's wedding. The newcomers went to Babies R Us and bought a car seat/stroller combo this morning--they didn't want to risk the baby arriving early without a car seat. The weather was nice at the picnic so we sat by the pool and enjoyed chicken enchiladas.

Internet Personalities

I've been a conversationalist on the internet for a few years now. By that I mean I talk to "total strangers" via forums, social networking sites, blogs, and occasionally, email. I can't help but analyze lots of things in life, including how people act on the internet. Of course, I don't claim to have met anything like a cross section of the people out there, as I've been pretty picky on where I've spent any time. Even so, I've met a variety of personalities and I'm beginning to form these internet personality types:

The alpha-male: strong, intelligent; runs the show; the topic isn't settled until he weighs in; not likely to admit he is wrong.

The debater: very intelligent, geeky, well-read; lives to argue about any and everything; can argue one side of an issue successfully, then turn around and argue the other side just as persuasively; has no problem running rough-shod over anyone in order to win an argument.

The yes-man/beta male: a minor player; defers to the alpha male; rarely has his own opinions, but may be skilled at restating the opinions of the alpha male.

The ladies' man: very self-centered; uses colorful language; often reminds his readers of his physical assets; has a view of marriage that is, shall we say, shallow; finds sexual innuendo and double entendre in any normal conversation.

The peacemaker: skilled at diverting attention to a tangential topic during a heated argument; often see both sides of an issue, but doesn't really like confrontation, so states his opinions with equivocation.

The whiner: insecure in his opinions and unable to state his position clearly; blames other people for his troubles; eventually notices that no one is paying attention to him or taking his opinions seriously.

The stalker/peeping Tom: this milquetoast has no life--at least none on the internet--so he lives vicariously through the words, acronyms, and emoticons of others; sometimes he asks questions, but seldom contributes anything of substance to a discussion.

The manipulator: skilled at getting what he wants by being "nice"; waits patiently for the right moment to speak in order to trip up others; is offended when shown his opinions are weak.

Some other observations about socializing on the internet:

• I used the male pronoun in the above list for a reason--there are way more men on the internet than women.
• The typical internet person is male, well-educated, a bit under 30 years old, and self-centered.
• If you don't have a thick skin, you won't last long.
• Internet friends are somewhat fickle--after all, they do have lives, and the time they spend socializing with you is leftover time, not primary time. So don't expect too much emotional satisfaction because it likely won't be there in the long term.
• Not only are internet friendships short lived, so are blogs, social networking sites, and email addresses.

Wedding Season

It is the time of year for weddings! Today two young people we've known from church were married.

The bride attended the same college as Rachel, so Rachel got to see a few old college friends too, as well as her childhood friend, Jessica.

The groom is a piano player, so look at his cute cake!

Anger

Today's topic over at ZFT was Be Ye Not Angry, Ever and it has gotten me thinking about the topic.

Anger, like all emotions, is hard to define and harder to control. Further, somehow the effort required to control anger, or other negative emotions, is not evenly distributed among the population--let's face it, some people have a built-in cheery [kind/gentle/caring/etc.] disposition and others, well, don't. It just doesn't seem fair, does it??

Is anger ever justified? I have no problem saying that yes, at times, it is. For instance, if someone hurt one of my children, you'd better believe I'm going to be angry. No, that kind of anger isn't sin. The sin--or not--comes later, after one has opportunity to think thru what actually happened and deal with it--or not.

I personally don't have so much problem with anger, which seems to me to be something more for those who are young and full of energy. I'm getting too old for anger. My problem is more often anger's spinster sister, bitterness. Like a hardened old maid who will never marry, she sees no hope of resolution of what caused the initial anger, and so she becomes bitter.

And yes, I know, the Bible has lots to say about bitterness. :-(

The Earth Groans

All of creation waits with eager longing for God to reveal his children. For creation was condemned to lose its purpose, not of its own will, but because God willed it to be so. Yet there was the hope that creation itself would one day be set free from its slavery to decay and would share the glorious freedom of the children of God. For we know that up to the present time all of creation groans with pain, like the pain of childbirth. But it is not just creation alone which groans; we who have the Spirit as the first of God's gifts also groan within ourselves as we wait for God to make us his children and set our whole being free.

I really have no idea what this passage from Romans 8 means, but it came to mind today as I heard the news about the big earthquake in China, the bloated bodies floating in the drinking-water river in Burma, and the thunder outside my window.

There's Nothing that says Happy Mother's Day

...like Burger King!

But, that isn't quite fair! We did go out to eat at Los Lupes last night--trying to beat the restaurant crowds today!

Pretty Paper

Gary brought me these lovely sheets of handmade paper from Thailand, along with some envelopes made from similar stock. I use them in my card making business. Did I say business? I never sell my cards. I just give them away. It is a hobby that takes up a full cupboard, but I like being able to whip out a birthday or wedding card on demand.

We are hoping to go to bed early so we can both get back on CDT time.

Return to Me

If all is going as planned, Gary should be on a plane somewhere over the Pacific. My plan is to get up at 4:30am to go meet him at the airport. He's been gone too long.

My Short Trip to Michigan

I'm just back from a short trip to Michigan to see my niece graduate from Kuyper College. A year ago her brother graduated from Cornerstone and Gary and I were both able to attend his graduation. This year Gary is away in Thailand, so I went to MI alone.
This is my mom with her three kids. I'm the oldest!

We went to the cemetery where 5 or 6 generations of my kin are buried. I think it is odd to see my mom standing by her gravestone--especially when my dad is buried under her name!

A highlight of my trip was to visit my high school youth pastor and his wife along with my high school friend, Becky. We spent several wonderful hours talking about old times.

Snakes Alive!

Or, maybe I should say DEAD. Euthanized. That why that snake is dead. I really don't mind snakes in general, and I wouldn't kill one for no reason. But this poor fellow found my pruning knife in his belly--an accident while I was trimming around the house after Rachel mowed. His guts spewed forth but he wasn't dead. I had to cut him into three pieces to make him stop wiggling.

After that story, I know you'd be interested to know I'm off to lunch with a friend--at Ton's. Yay!

Who's Yo Daddy?

He went to Nazareth, where he had been brought up, and on the Sabbath day he went into the synagogue, as was his custom. And he stood up to read. 1The scroll of the prophet Isaiah was handed to him. Unrolling it, he found the place where it is written:

"The Spirit of the Lord is on me,
because he has anointed me
to preach good news to the poor.
He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners
and recovery of sight for the blind,
to release the oppressed,
to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor."

Then he rolled up the scroll, gave it back to the attendant and sat down. The eyes of everyone in the synagogue were fastened on him, and he began by saying to them, "Today this scripture is fulfilled in your hearing."

All spoke well of him and were amazed at the gracious words that came from his lips. "Isn't this Joseph's son?" they asked.

Jesus said to them, "Surely you will quote this proverb to me: 'Physician, heal yourself! Do here in your hometown what we have heard that you did in Capernaum.' "

"I tell you the truth," he continued, "no prophet is accepted in his hometown. I assure you that there were many widows in Israel in Elijah's time, when the sky was shut for three and a half years and there was a severe famine throughout the land. Yet Elijah was not sent to any of them, but to a widow in Zarephath in the region of Sidon. And there were many in Israel with leprosy in the time of Elisha the prophet, yet not one of them was cleansed—only Naaman the Syrian."

All the people in the synagogue were furious when they heard this. They got up, drove him out of the town, and took him to the brow of the hill on which the town was built, in order to throw him down the cliff. But he walked right through the crowd and went on his way.

Whenever I meet someone new, I like to find out who his or her parents are. Somehow I feel like I know that person a lot better if I know a bit about his or her parents. I know I'm not alone in this; any parent whose daughter is being courted wants to not only meet the boy, but meet the boy's parents as well. Who your parents are says a lot about you.

I've even thought about that with the presidential race coming up. (Don't take this as a blog about politics, however!) It is interesting to me to see that Barack Obama has skin coloring in common with African Americans, but not much else. Neither of his parents were African American.

Anyway, back to the real world. Yesterday in church we covered Luke 4 where Jesus fulfilled Isaiah's prophecy with a speech act. Such a cool and moving passage of scripture, don't you think? At first, those listening marveled at Jesus eloquence, proudly thinking, "our carpenter boy has turned into quite the impressive public speaker." After all, they remembered him from just a few years back as Joseph's snotty-nosed kid running around Nazareth with their own kids. But Jesus didn't stop with the powerful words of Isaiah. He went on to tell his local friends that things weren't going to be so great for the folks of Nazareth, hinting at their disbelief. At that, the smiles were gone and they began to reconsider: "Come to think of it, why was making himself out to be someone special? Who did he think he was, anyway?"

And that's the point. They didn't really know who his daddy was.

Out Visiting

We got a last-minute invite to a surprise party for Beverly. Some of her grandkids helped her blow out all those candles.

Then over to the nearby crisis pregnancy center where they were having an open house. We saw the new sonogram machine they now have as well as got a tour of the place.

Does God Have A Plan?

• A toothache made me get a dentist appointment.
• The appointment was made for a certain day.
• Though I usually walk to work, I decided to drive to the dentist due to bad reactions to dental work in the past.
• When I tried to drive the car to go to the dentist, it only would go 5mph.
• I called another coworker to take husband to airport though he had to leave 2 hours early.

I realized later than if I had not tried to drive my car to the dentist, I would have not turned it on until time to leave for the airport, only then discovering that the car wouldn't run, too late to get husband to airport for his flight.

Not everyone would view the above list of events as directed by God in any way. But some of us would.

Earth Day Review

The good things I did on Earth Day:

• Put a new catalytic converter on my van
• Did not drive for a day (see above)
  
• Rid myself of an excess $500 (see above)
• Found someone to pick up some groceries while they were at the store (see above)
  
• Found someone to carpool with to the airport (see above)
  

The bad thing I did on Earth Day:

• Turned on the air conditioning
  

Evite

I've just sent out my first ever Evite (www.evite.com). I hope people don't think I"m too lazy for doing this electronically instead of the old-fashioned way.

The invitation is to a combo BBQ and Baby Shower. Don't you think those two things go together pretty well?? The date is Sunday June 1 right after church. If you didn't get an invite and want one, let me know!
This will be a chance to welcome Andrew and Laura back to the United States where we think they'll be living for a while, but their job situation is still unclear. But what is clear is that Laura's tummy is getting bigger and bigger and they will need some baby stuff to welcome baby Isabella into this world. I found a bassinet at the botique, and Laura found a bunch of newborn clothes on ebay--other than that, they have nothing.

Rachel wanted this to be a Children's Book Shower, so that's what it will be. As a teacher, she is anxious that her first niece have a good library!

Flower

OK, I need to get to work and have no time for blogging at the moment, but I did want to show off this one nice photo I got last night while hiking around the Center trails.

Is Everyone In a Bad Mood?

It seems like many people with whom I have normal interaction are going through sizable amounts of stress at the moment, and as a result are being, well, grouchy. At times like this I struggle with my responses to them. Or more to the point, not my responses really, but more my attitude. Sometimes I'm tempted to act nice even though I think my efforts could indeed be acting. It would be better if I were just strong and mature enough to honestly bless those who curse, and really not be hurt. Instead, maybe the best I can do is "dishonestly" bless and pretend not to be hurt. Is there any wisdom in the "fake it 'til you make it" idea?

The whole concept of doing good when I feel like doing evil is one I struggle with.

Sarah and Stephen's Wedding

We had a busy and fun weekend celebrating the marriage of the little girl next door (Sarah) to a Wycliffe MK (Stephen). We've known Sarah since she was a toddler. The guy she has chosen is the kind of man any Christian mother would want for her daughter--a mature believer, kind, funny and with good communication skills. Sarah, you done good! We pray God's blessings on you both for a strong and happy marriage.

Click below to see photos in a web album. Many of the photos are of not that great quality, but you'll get the idea. (My little camera doesn't do so well in low light.)

Sarah and Stephen Forster's wedding

Honoring Sarah

We had a fun day today. We drove south about 30 minutes to scenic Waxahachie, TX.

The bridal luncheon to honor Sarah was hosted by her future mother-in-law at a lovely antique shop and restaurant called The Dove's Nest.

Mrs. Forster and her daughters made some very nice table decorations

which we took home as souvenirs.

It was nice to meet the older sister for whom we have prayed much. She is living proof that with God's grace one can overcome brain cancer and live to take care of one's toddler girls.

Sarah with her mother-in-law and her mother.

Sarah with Rachel.

It's Time for School

This morning I drove through the parent drop-off lane and left my child at Acton Elementary. It brought back memories of years past, but this time I was dropping off a teacher, not a student. (Well, not a regular teacher, a sub.) The school looks pretty much like it did 20 years ago, at least on the outside.

Speaking of teacher, Rachel started her new part time job last night at Sylvan Learning Center. It went pretty well, and they've told her she can get paid for the times she came and observed in the last two weeks, so that is nice. They don't actually do the official training (which she also gets paid for) until you've worked a week. I see some wisdom in that because it will make you pay attention better if you already know what parts are hard. One immediate need is to learn a bucketful of acronyms--each book has a different name and the teacher worksheets are loaded with what looks like cryptic code.

And hopefully she can get back to driving herself to work tomorrow because a few minutes ago we picked up her car from the body shop. Once it gets a new headlight, it will be back in business. The parents of the 4-year old who caused the accident will be happy to learn how little the nice guy charged to do the repairs.

Update

It has been a week since I've updated. I guess not too much exciting going on with me at the moment. The week did pass by quite quickly, so I guess I was busy doing something.

One thing I spent time on this past week was stuff for David and Sarah's upcoming wedding. Sarah's mom and I talked for a couple hours last Sunday evening, talking mostly about the family dinner that Gary and I will host, flowers, and travel and housing arrangements.

I decided to try the Google Calendar and Google Documents which are set up such that you can share ownership of the online documents. I made a calendar that includes all the travel information for all the out of town guests and invited David, Sarah, and Sarah's parents to collaborate with me on it. They have permission to edit the calendar so we can all be on the same (virtual) page. The calendar thing worked so well I also made a Google document spreadsheet with all the arrival and departure time for those traveling to Seattle so that Sarah's parents can us it to help arrange housing.

I got so enamored with the technology I decided to try Evite for the dinner we are hosting Friday evening, the day before the wedding. This dinner is in place of the traditional post-rehearsal dinner. (The rehearsal will actually be on Thursday night due to the fact that the wedding venue is not available on Friday.) I've made a draft of an Evite and but am still working on it:



In other news, it looks like Rachel has a new part time job at Sylvan Learning Center, a commercial tutoring service. She is supposed to start on Monday. It will only be a few hours a week for now, but she hopes it will grow into something more during the summer. She continues to do what she can to string a variety of part time jobs together, but none of them offer health insurance. She spent almost a full month's earnings on getting her eyes examined and buying new glasses recently. She has a difficult and expensive prescription, but she loves her new glasses and keeps going around noting how clear and bright everything is now! And if you want to know how her car had an accident a couple days ago while she was taking a nap, you can read about that here.