For Everything a Place...

... but nothing quite where it should be.

Jello does not stay put on a warm and moving plate. Neither does the stuff in my house stay where it belongs. It rarely gets back to where it should be, and half the time no one is completely sure where it was supposed to be in the first place. When a clear space opens up, other belongings naturally ooze into the gap. Flat surfaces are meant for piling things, and corners are for stacking... Okay, so it's really not all THAT bad... I am exaggerating a little bit. I do have places for some things.

I had two "flowers" this morning. They decided to play People. No one put a people into his mouth and they had a great time putting a crowd of them down the trap door of the Little People castle. "Vinegar" dipped a Jenga block into my coffee before I could stop him, but otherwise all went well. I sat on the floor, chased "seedlings," and shared some clementines and pieces of banana with my friends.

Today I am feeling blessed. Hannah had an accident yesterday afternoon. She injured her back and was in great pain throughout the evening and into this morning. James took her to the doctor who prescribed some pain medication and sent her to a specialist. (Yes, it is that serious.) She will heal. She is walking and moving about. She is much loved.