It’s been a long time since I’ve written a daybook. I’ve missed the ritual of logging my thoughts here.
Outside my window: Heat. I’m back to opening the windows early to lower the temperature inside the house, and then closing them up at the nadir. Yesterday (which hit 87 degrees) the A/C didn’t come on until 4 pm. Not bad. I didn’t get it as low today, though, so I think the air will be on longer.
In the garden: The flowers are really beautiful right now. The vegetables are growing as fast as they can… probably trying to make up for lost time, since I planted them so late. The chickens got out of their yard last night (someone left the gate open), but the hens were so overcome by the delectable glory of green grass that they didn’t even notice my vegetables. Phew.
What I’m hearing: Owen is playing the piano. It’s a little wonky, because Jonah broke the harpsichord pedal. The middle range is stuck on harpsichord, and the outer octaves are still piano. Here’s hoping the tuner will know how to fix it.
In the school room: We have started our summer reading program, as well as one from the Tattered Cover (a local bookstore we love). Jonah is studying occasionally for the SAT subject tests. (I wrote the date down wrong and didn’t realize I had the date wrong until after he’d missed it. Whoops. Now he’s rescheduled to take them in August.) Everyone else is doing a little math every few days, though not as consistently as I’d like.
Summer rhythms: We are sticking to our 7-things-before-getting-on-a-device plan, although I need to make some adjustments, namely: after they’re on the computer/phone, I need to have an ending time so it doesn’t magically morph into the rest of the day.
I had grand plans for my writing this month, but today was the first day I’ve been able to type after nearly amputating my fingertip last week. The ER was able to throw a stitch in it to reattach it, though I suspect the fingernail is never going to be quite right again.
Jonah is babysitting and working at the library. Owen completed a junior-lifeguard training last week and is assisting teaching swim lessons and lifeguarding for the next few weeks. The girls just wrapped up a ballet performance on Saturday and are looking forward to our neighborhood theater camp.
On my mind: How long will it be until a black life is recognized as the having the same God-given value as a white life? The words of Job 19:7 are on my heart: “’Though I cry, “Violence!” I get no response; though I call for help, there is no justice.'”
Grateful: For a fantastic visit from my sister-in-law Mandy last week. We had a blast playing Exploding Kittens and hanging out and doing crafts.
Wow, this is some great posture my kids have!
I’m grateful for my dad, and Sam who is an amazing dad to our children.
For the blast we had at the Dignity Festival this weekend. My kids were willing (with a little prodding) to journey out of their comfort zones to learn about the challenges and strength of the refugee community here in Colorado.
For the persistence and courage of journalists and bloggers who are not willing to take easy answers to their questions and have the guts to write the truth, even when it’s hard. I am grateful to those whose words and example open my eyes to my own prejudice and ignorance. (For good writing on the subject of racism and the Church in America, here is a place to start.)
Praying for: Judy. Mandy. Justine & family. Jen. Lori. Christine. Mary & family. Laughter. Refugees, both near and far. A first response of “yes!” to my kids, instead of, “I’m too busy.” For justice to roll like a river. Healing for my hand. To be woke, and stay that way.