Sunday June 25th –
Since Mom and Dad were still lake life-ing it up, that meant no Sunday breakfast by Bob.
Resulting in some oh so nutritional, brownieπ¬ππ»
We headed off to church and enjoyed a service spoken by a visiting preacher from the statesπ
After church, I was lucky enough to receive homemade boterkoek from a dear friend π
It seems my friends and family all know how to please me abundantly… with food ππ
It served as pre and post lunch filler πππ»
Lunch was open-faced flakes of ham sandwiches with picklesππ»
Actually a sandwich I really like, even though it sounds kind of pathetic π
I napped and Mike went to the house to sand the bathroom countertop.
It dried a nice, light grey color and has a stone ish look to it and we were pretty pleased with the outcome π
Back to church we went for that evenings service.
Enjoying the testimonies and looking forward to hearing more from the brother at the upcoming church camp.
Monday June 26th –
The day itself didn’t hold a whole lot.
Minus the little escapade that morning when I had to go help the sister and her saplings as she’d been out walking and her stroller wheel had popped off and dog been sprayed by a skunk π
Happy Monday to her π¬π
I caught up with my other sister via phone and even my mother called from up at the lake.
I didn’t recognize the number so I didn’t answer the phone and she knows me oh too well, for when the answering machine took her call, she began calling out to me and telling me to stop being a twerp and pick up the phone cause she knew I was there π
I picked up, we talked momentarily.
They were missed π¬π
I then went out to spray the weeds and water the plants while the sun dared show itself for once.
I luckily didn’t have to think of a supper to prepare, as I was driving into town to meet the hubster when he was done work and from there we were going to check out some of the houses I’ll be cleaning.
I was given the tour and instructions for the first place and then off to see another we went.
I wanted to be as prepared as possible, since I’m an awful adult and new situations terrify me π
The sky was a pretty one during our drive home and I always feel inspired to paint when gazing at the clouds and all their textures and colors but then I never do, as I know I can’t do it justice compared to the Master artist who put them there to begin with.