As I write this, I can hear the wind and rain outside, ushering in the usual November weather. I wonder if tomorrow will be gray and dreary. I wouldn't be surprised.
Veterans' Day was yesterday, and I remembered my beloved Papa (he would have loved Dennis) and also prayed for his wife (my Granny) to safely make it through her heart catheterization. She did and is home and all is well there in Dothan.
All is not so wonderful here. I am in a major frenzy of house cleaning, trying to clean ten years of accumulated STUFF that was piled in the third bedroom so that I can move the STUFF that has accumulated elsewhere in the house into that room on the soon-to-be-built wall shelves. We are overrun with books. We are complete bookworms, all three of us, and the darn things are EVERYWHERE. I'm trying to minimize their spread through the house by confining them to at least the three bedrooms. I'm setting up a kind of library in the spare room, one that all of us can enjoy.
It's timely, my library project. I've spent hours reading to Dennis this week. He's brought me book after book after book, plopping down in my lap and opening them to the first page. I'm happy to comply. Every time I left him alone in there for a few minutes, I'd return to find him happily ensconced in his board books, turning the pages and 'reading' aloud to himself.
Due to a rather staggering amount of technical problems, rabid housecleaning, and a teething and very grouchy toddler, there was no post yesterday, and since he's crying now, there won't be much more of one tonight before I go check on him. Only one more set of molars to go...
Bear with me... I'll try to keep up.
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