"Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus, who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross. Therefore God has highly exalted him and bestowed on him the name that is above every name, so that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father." Paul to the persecuted at Philippi (2:5-11)

09 June 2011

Hot stuff.

First off, let me say that the water was only out for two days and is now back on. hoorah.

The thing that's down now is the big ash tree, from which the boys have hung their rope swing for the past five years. Alas, poor Swing Tree, we shall miss you. The ash bore got it, so we need to pick a new swing tree, I guess.

It is in the upper 80's here. Hot enough to be hot, to enjoy a good swim, but not the oppressive heat I grew up with. There's nothing like walking out of the house and smacking straight into a wall of heat; but that only happens one or two days out of the year up here. Not bad.

I took the kids out for sprinkler time (yea for water) and garden weeding. I found that the carrots that I'd given up on have sprouted and were hiding amongst the larger weeds. The boys played a game they've invented. I listened to the older two argue over a lawn chair; there's something very real about that. I listened to the youngest's maniacal laughter under the sprinkler. Now they've all raided the freezer for Brown Cows (what do they call those things outside of the South? no idea but I bet nobody up here knows what a Brown Cow is) which I told them they could have if they ate them outside.

Thank God for summer vacation. Tomorrow we'll do it all again, only with a friend along for the fun of it. And then on Monday all the organized activites start... guitar lessons, camps, stuff that's supposed to keep them busy. Funny, I thought summers were about not being busy.

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