The babies were tired and cranky but didn't want to sleep. Isn't that just the way?
My neck is clawed up. Some babies need to trim their nails. As they climb onto my lap, they reach for me and dig their little talons into my skin.
I am tired too and there are many reasons for this, one of them being I don't get enough sleep. ha ha! Another is the weed population. Since the golden rod is starting to bloom, I imagine that ragweed is hanging out in the fields too. Ragweed makes me sleepy. And still I take pictures of weeds. Because I love them in spite of themselves. (Kind of like those babies.)
* My pottery class is officially over. Now all I need to do is pick up all the pretties which I will probably do Thursday evening. Otherwise I will need to find someone with a key to let me in the building.
* On Sunday morning I had the privilege of listening to a guest speaker at a local church. I was inadvertently given the wrong time and showed up a little late for the meeting, but I did get there. At the end of the service Sophia told me that Petra had been talking about me all week and that they missed me. I was blessed by two wonderful hugs. It was my only chance to see them and I'm so glad I did otherwise we'd have all been disappointed.
* My friend Petra found herself a new pet. I think it was a grasshopper nymph... She carried him all around the churchyard and I was reminded of times past when she adopted other small creatures. She was terribly disappointed when she set him down, turned her back for a minute, and found he had disappeared. Next thing I knew she'd found a new pet, a tiny earthworm. :0)
* Sunday evening found me down at the lake taking pictures. I went from Webster Park to the pier down by the Irondequoit Bay outlet. The bridge is out for the summer and I didn't want to drive all the way around, so I stayed on the Webster side. I was relieved to see there are still a few strips of sandy beaches left even if they are on private property.
* I walked out to the end of the sidewalk to sit on the rocks and watch boats come in and out of the bay and took a picture of this seagull sitting up on the light post. I was just about to step under him when he let loose and decorated the sidewalk. If I were keeping a gratitude journal I'd be thankful for his bad aim.
* The babies at work are coughing and boogery. Some are teething on top of fighting colds and they're all feeling generally miserable. Poor things. Somebody, I don't know who, left a nice booger on my shirt this afternoon. It's a good thing I love them. (The babies, I mean. Not the boogers.)
* Speaking of babies... Our baby buggy lost a wheel a week ago. It fell off in the parking lot and we went without walks for the remainder of the week. Rodney is our new hero. He fixed the broken wheel and we went for a wonderful walk not long afterward. It works better now than it has the entire time I've been walking babies.
I took my camera down to the lake last night. The shoreline, battered and bruised from a season of high water and wicked waves, is no longer tranquil. Perhaps we are all gawkers come to stare at the wreckage. I didn't look specifically for scenic beauty this time, instead I took pictures of people.
In time the jagged shore will recover and perhaps our tranquil, pebble beaches will return...
Life presents lots of little opportunities to make your neighbor's day just a little brighter. This week has presented several.
My son locked himself out of his car Sunday evening. I went to "help" him. He'd hoped to jimmy the lock himself and so I hesitated in calling the locksmith who had rescued me a month or so ago. I shouldn't have hesitated. I ended up calling in the end, but not before my boy, in a moment of frustration, gave the tire a good swift kick and injured his foot in the process. (He said he forgot he wasn't wearing his steel toed boots.)
Yesterday I stopped in Wegman's for a salad on my way to the pottery studio. I followed an elderly couple out of the store. He pushed a small cart with a few bags and held her hand as she toddled/shuffled along beside him. Out the door, through the entry, and into the parking lot he held her hand. He never let go. They stopped beside a little blue car parked in the handicapped area where he opened the door and attempted to lead her into the car. She resisted, not wanting to leave her cart of groceries.
My two years spent in the memory care unit have left me a little braver. I stepped toward the gray haired couple and said to the man, "I'll stand with her." I took her hand. He smiled and said, "She wants me to put these in first." He loaded four small bags into the hatch of his car while I held the hand of his sweetheart. She smiled at me me, put her head on my shoulder, and kissed my cheek. "I think you must be a honey," I told her. She smiled again and hugged me, and he said, "She is." And then he thanked me, took her hand and gently put her into the car.
I left a little speechless and headed for the pottery studio.
I love the babies at work and I've come to realize just how much I've missed with my own grandchildren. It's hard to admit my inner reserves were so low for so long that I literally didn't have anything left to give. It's also kind of ironic that it's been children who have filled me up again. Some folks are skeptical, but I really do love this job.
PS. I may be on KP come September. Something new around every corner.
After skipping along the shore at B Foreman Park and getting soaked by a monster wave, we headed east toward Sodus Point to see what was happening down at the pier. We found more wildness. Same lake, same crazy waves, with an added twist. Sand.
I saw it before I got out of the van, but didn't fully comprehend what I was seeing. The air looked cloudy, almost like it was full of smoke or fog. But it was neither of those, it was instead little grains of beach. I stepped out of the vehicle and into a giant sandblaster.
You wouldn't have thought it painful to be standing out there, at least not by the number of people dotting the beach and shoreline, but the wind whipped sand was nearly impossible to escape unless you took shelter behind a car. Yet there they were sitting out in the open, many sporting cameras, enjoying the pure exhilaration of a Great Lakes sand storm.
James, who carried no camera, retreated to the safety of our vehicle, leaving me to brave the tempest. I couldn't resist. It was all so wonderful! Now I was not only wet from God's sprinkler system, I was being exfoliated as well! Like a free trip to an exotic spa. ha ha! By the time I made my way back home there was grit stuck around my eyes and settled into my ears. My hair was full of sand and a pre-bedtime shower was inevitable.
I have to say it was worth every second. I came away with a few decent pictures and I'm sure I wasn't the only one.
The Cabinet maker and I took a ride down to the park in Pultneyville . I had my camera and wanted to see what the wild winds and high water levels had done to the place I spent so many summer evenings with my oldest four when they were little people.
The park is quiet these days, not near as many people, but there were a few. A pair of children enjoyed the spray of the waves as their parents watched and a few straggling couples walked the grounds.
The waves were unpredictable, pounding the shore, tossing spray into the air, and receding only to return with a vengeance. I squatted down to take picture when God saw fit to send a bigger than average swell that rose up, slammed the rocks in front of me, and shower me with lake water. All I could do was hold my camera as far from the water as possible and duck. Ha ha! As cold as it was there was something exhilarating about it too. For once this week I forgot about being sleepy.
Our lake rock beach is gone for the time being, but something tells me it's attempting a comeback. The lake has churned up those round stones for centuries and if you listen closely, what sounds like the wind is actually lake rocks tumbling in the water.
Years ago, on a day similar to this, I let my children play in the churning surf. It was a different beach back then without the boulders brought in to protect the shoreline. They went home soaked to the skin and smiling. Sometimes letting children do what comes natural is the best decision. It's a memory that lives on today and it's been almost 30 years.
* I've not been taking many photos, but I have lots of pictures in my mind, pictures of smiling babies. And then I have some of not-so-smiling babies as well. The best pictures include little arms around my neck or little people climbing on my lap.
* Our last official pottery class was Tuesday evening. I'm still glazing projects though, so I'll be making another few trips to the studio in the next week or so. It was fun and I'm wishing I could do it all over again just because.
* I got my hair cut on Wednesday. My friend "Karen in the Hair Room" does an excellent job and she's still as sweet as when we knew each other almost 30 years ago.
*Stopped to see my friend Sandi last night. She called as I was leaving the pottery studio, just to say hi and see how I was doing. She'd been asked if she ever hears from anyone from church and recalled the time I stopped by on my way to work just to give her a hug. Little things mean a lot.
* I went out to Wegmans this evening and asked Hannah before i left if there was anything she needed. She said no but then remembered it was National Chocolate Chip Cookie Day. Of course a holiday like that can't be ignored!
* It rained tonight, poured even. I called Rachel to ask if she wanted to go for a walk. She laughed at me. I called just to prove she really would laugh because of a conversation I had with a woman at the gas pumps.
* Tomorrow is my First Aid/CPR course for work. Too bad. It's been the busiest week ever and I'm ready to take a long nap.
* I miss my photography and a huge piece of me wants to go home. I got an interesting message the other day. Just the beginning of well meaning people who think they understand a situation they know nothing about. This has been looming in the back of my mind for a long time. I could't have handled it two years ago, but today I think I'm ready.
It's been a busy week full of appointments, meetings, and classes. I missed my alarm this morning, or forgot to turn it on last night. Thankfully I woke up with plenty of time to get where I needed to be. I simply went through my morning routine backward so as not to be in the bathroom when other household members would be needing it. I made my bed, the coffee, and put my lunch together first, and then took my shower. Tonight I'm making sure the alarm is turned on.
It's been a very sleepy week. The humidity doesn't seem to be any higher so I'm thinking it's probably something in the air. Maybe a new pollen has emerged sending us all into a seasonal stupor. If I am honest, I probably don't get the sleep I really need. A result of midlife tossing and turning perhaps.
Our pottery class is down to firing and finishing. I did a little of that Tuesday night but will head back to the studio tomorrow evening for a little more. My burlap box must have been in the kiln because I didn't see it on any of the shelves. I'm kind of excited about that piece. It's been a fun class, one I'd like to try again sometime. In September I'm going for another wheel thrown class, Introductory II. I'm kind of excited about this one too. Perhaps I should clear a spot in the attic to store all those beautiful works of art. ha ha!
I got my hair cut this afternoon. My friend Karen in the Hair Room does a wonderful job!
I am a work in the hands of the Master Potter. I pray that His fingerprints are all over me as I walk through this life. This is my journey. Thank you, Jesus, for not giving up on me.
I am mom to seven beautiful grown ups and grandma to ten beautiful grandchildren.