I was up until after one o’clock last night so I’m glad I was able to sleep in today. I got up to make Kaleb’s lunch and get him off to school and then I went back to bed because Mondays are my designated Day of Rest! I guess I was even more tired than last week as I set a new record and slept in until 1:25 this afternoon! It helps that the bedroom has black-out blinds which are needed in the summer months when it never gets dark, but it sure can mess with a person’s sleep cycle! Our rooms are like caves. I had no idea it was so late. I was barely up in time for Kaleb’s return from school. Actually, I didn’t sleep that whole time, I was praying for a lot of it, but I still had no idea how late it was. Uff da. After I got up I was able to do some Bible study preparations while the house was still quiet though, so that was nice. Then when Kaleb came home I went for a long walk around a new neighborhood I hadn’t explored yet and saw so many places I want to photograph. I usually take my camera with me everywhere, but I forgot. It was another beautiful day and perfect walking weather. What I saw looked a lot like the photo today of Kory’s latest drawing. I walked down by the water and there are rocks and old boats and boat houses everywhere – so picturesque. (If you double click on the photo it gets bigger.) This drawing Kory did was a compilation of four different photos I took when we had snow. I really like how he does wood texture. As he says, he’s still “practicing,” but I can’t see how he could improve anywhere. He tried something new, which gives him a little thrill… if the picture is turned upsidedown, it’s easier to see that the reflection of the boat in the water is actually a Viking ship. I think he’s going for a little “Bev Doolittle” in his style.
Kaleb came home with a little look of mischief on his face today. His day at school was uneventful but getting there this morning gave him quite the challenge. I tried to get him up and out the door by eight o’clock but he wasn’t moving too quickly so he didn’t leave until 8:10. About half way there, the chain on his bike came off and he was stuck. He said it took him a while to contemplate his options. He knew if he came home, I didn’t have a car because Kory was off to work so that wouldn’t do him any good. He knew if he just walked the bike to school he would be late – something he dreads more than anything. So he just stood there, stupefied, wondering what to do. Then, like an angel from heaven, an older kid he knows from the playground at school – one that has pestered him in the past – came by in a car driven by his mother. They both got out to try and help, and when they couldn’t fix the chain, the mom offered him a ride to school so he wouldn’t be late and he just left the bike behind. He got to school just as the bell was ringing. He stopped by after school to pick up his bike, and the kid was finally able to get his chain reattached so he rode home. He wants to do something nice to say thanks to that kid – who he previously tried to avoid – so all-in-all it was a good situation. I’m hoping Kaleb learns a few things from it and will leave in enough time now to anticipate the unexpected and also, that even kids that might threaten him on the playground, really do have a good heart when the time is right.
I talked with our Bible study group at church yesterday and they agreed that every other Monday was a better schedule – it’s the Norwegian way. No one does anything every week here (except play soccer), so it will keep things on a more manageable scale for all of us… so I REALLY had the day off and in keeping with that theme, I didn’t do laundry, clean the kitchen or make dinner (we ate leftovers). But I did sit at my computer all evening (and last evening until very late), doing research for our friend Nancy Schaub. She came to visit us last September and we took her up to Trondheim to see what her grandfather left behind when he moved to America. Well, we found a farm with her grandfather’s last name but no one was home so she left a note asking for more information. The farm owner called Nancy and told her we had the wrong farm! But the farm owner did some research and found one clue that was enough for me to nail down all the information that is available on the internet about that grandfather and his ancestors back to the early 1800s (so far). And from what I can gather, the grandfather must have left from the city of Trondheim itself because the farms where his parents and grandparents came from got absorbed from the ever expanding city. At least we stayed a few nights in that city, so all was not lost. I just LOVE doing this kind of research. It’s like putting together a puzzle and being a detective all at the same time. It makes me think, even if my butt goes dead in the process, as I get so addicted to each lead I find, I find it hard to stand up and move away from the computer. I guess there are worse things to be addicted to, but Kory is always quick to point out the scripture in First Timothy that says, “…command certain men not to teach false doctrines any longer nor to devote themselves to myths and endless genealogies…”. But I’m not a man, so I’m SURE that scripture isn’t about me. Tee hee.
Kaleb came home with a little look of mischief on his face today. His day at school was uneventful but getting there this morning gave him quite the challenge. I tried to get him up and out the door by eight o’clock but he wasn’t moving too quickly so he didn’t leave until 8:10. About half way there, the chain on his bike came off and he was stuck. He said it took him a while to contemplate his options. He knew if he came home, I didn’t have a car because Kory was off to work so that wouldn’t do him any good. He knew if he just walked the bike to school he would be late – something he dreads more than anything. So he just stood there, stupefied, wondering what to do. Then, like an angel from heaven, an older kid he knows from the playground at school – one that has pestered him in the past – came by in a car driven by his mother. They both got out to try and help, and when they couldn’t fix the chain, the mom offered him a ride to school so he wouldn’t be late and he just left the bike behind. He got to school just as the bell was ringing. He stopped by after school to pick up his bike, and the kid was finally able to get his chain reattached so he rode home. He wants to do something nice to say thanks to that kid – who he previously tried to avoid – so all-in-all it was a good situation. I’m hoping Kaleb learns a few things from it and will leave in enough time now to anticipate the unexpected and also, that even kids that might threaten him on the playground, really do have a good heart when the time is right.
I talked with our Bible study group at church yesterday and they agreed that every other Monday was a better schedule – it’s the Norwegian way. No one does anything every week here (except play soccer), so it will keep things on a more manageable scale for all of us… so I REALLY had the day off and in keeping with that theme, I didn’t do laundry, clean the kitchen or make dinner (we ate leftovers). But I did sit at my computer all evening (and last evening until very late), doing research for our friend Nancy Schaub. She came to visit us last September and we took her up to Trondheim to see what her grandfather left behind when he moved to America. Well, we found a farm with her grandfather’s last name but no one was home so she left a note asking for more information. The farm owner called Nancy and told her we had the wrong farm! But the farm owner did some research and found one clue that was enough for me to nail down all the information that is available on the internet about that grandfather and his ancestors back to the early 1800s (so far). And from what I can gather, the grandfather must have left from the city of Trondheim itself because the farms where his parents and grandparents came from got absorbed from the ever expanding city. At least we stayed a few nights in that city, so all was not lost. I just LOVE doing this kind of research. It’s like putting together a puzzle and being a detective all at the same time. It makes me think, even if my butt goes dead in the process, as I get so addicted to each lead I find, I find it hard to stand up and move away from the computer. I guess there are worse things to be addicted to, but Kory is always quick to point out the scripture in First Timothy that says, “…command certain men not to teach false doctrines any longer nor to devote themselves to myths and endless genealogies…”. But I’m not a man, so I’m SURE that scripture isn’t about me. Tee hee.
