I'm Back, for Those who Care
I was actually going to do a little blogging last Saturday, but the Columbia disaster kinda put the damper on that. I spend the entire morning watching MSNBC, which basically consisting of watching amateur video of the shuttle debris streaking through the atmosphere. I hated watching it, but I couldn't tear myself away from it. I just kept saying to myself, "God, I hope they didn't suffer!" My prayers go out to the astronauts and their families; it would be hard to find braver people than them.
On the home front, which is my way of trying to explain where I've been for the two people who really care, work picked up tremendously about the middle of October and has been going hell for leather since. Add in a five year old with walking pneumonia (as far as we can tell, he's been sick for about two months with this crap), all of the Knights of Columbus
work I've had going for Operation LAMB, and the various and sundry (I wonder where that phrase originated, a drugstore?) things required to keep a household of children from killing each other, and it's been a busy few months.
I've been really slack keeping up with reading my favorite blogs, also. I guess Bigwig
think I dropped off the face of the earth. Wishful thinking, guys. And just what does Bigwig mean by calling me a N.C. mouthpiece, anyway? He asked for a poem, I sent him one.
Time to get back to work to make enough money to buy a new washing machine, something that Meryl
can relate to. One of my genius children left a pull chain from a light fixture in his pocket, and the damn thing ended up destroying the water pump and the drum. Sigh. Some days debtor's prison doesn't sound so bad.