Parents Gone, Send Food

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, brownieπŸ˜¬πŸ‘ŒπŸ»

We headed off to church and enjoyed a service spoken by a visiting preacher from the states😊

After church, I was lucky enough to receive homemade boterkoek from a dear friend 😘
It seems my friends and family all know how to please me abundantly… with food πŸ™ˆπŸ’•
 

 

It served as pre and post lunch filler πŸ˜‰πŸ‘ŒπŸ»

Lunch was open-faced flakes of ham sandwiches with picklesπŸ‘ŒπŸ»
Actually a sandwich I really like, even though it sounds kind of pathetic 😜

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 😊

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 πŸ˜‚

Happy Monday to her 😬😜

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 πŸ˜‚

I picked up, we talked momentarily.

They were missed πŸ˜¬πŸ˜‹

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 😜

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.

 

Author: jessicapeters95

Hello humans 😊 This is where you learn about me I suppose, though anyone reading this right now most likely knows all the boring details ;) I am Jessica Rose Peters-Hagenouw. (Always thought I'd be able to pronounce my married name but hey, life doesn't go as we plan.) June 11, 1995, tis the day Robert and Bonnie Peters received the most adorable, amazing, wonderful, surprise 3rd child they could have dreamed of. Speaking of being the third child, I have an older brother and an older sister. Both of whom are married and have wee little families of their own, making 'Aunty Jess' another name I go by. I grew up and have lived all of my years up till November 2015 in Saskatchewan, Canada. Making summers that are extremely short and winters that never end, vast open spaces, northern lights, unthinkable amounts of mosquitoes, lakes, forests and people waving to you on the grid road all different things that mean = Home. But Home is not where I'll be for some time. My husband is a Dutchman, living in Europe. Therefore I too have been living in Europe for the last few months. The reason I started this little blog/journal/writing thing, is to document a bit of my "whole new world," for those at home who wont be awake at 3:00 am wanting to hear about how I couldn't find flour at the grocery store. Thanks for stopping by and taking a peek into my little life 😊

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