August 13, 2002
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Good morning
Well, I think my hospital junk is finally in the dirty clothes for the most part. But the kids junk is not even in out of the house yet. One day at a time. Have to pack for them again for tomorrow, so I can take Rainee over to the specialist. Its a 3.5 hour drive in good traffic. And I can’t guarantee good traffic. And my appointment is at 9:15 in the morning. So I’m gonna go over the night before.
Rob has taken way way too much time off, so we have to farm the kids out again.
My brother had cancer when I was little. I remember being farmed out a ton because of that. Mostly I remember it as being fun. With a little bit of worry as to what the heck was wrong with my brother. I hope my kids remember it as fun, because I’m really resenting having to farm them out so much.
In regards to the funeral. My grandpa started out World War II as a C/O (Concientious Objector) He did not believe Christians should fight. They put him in a CO camp. He looked back on it as the worst time in his life. Everybody else that was there was Draft Dodgers, whiners and complainers. He was there for his faith. Finally he decided to enlist. God protected him in that enlistment and they placed him in a supporting role of making shoes, and cutting hair. He did not ask for this job he had decided he was willing to fight, but God saved him from that. I have some military pictures of him…but have to buy a scanner first. Which I’m gonna do as soon as I can get 3 minutes together to get to town.
So instead of pictures of my grandpa in military garb. I enclose two of Rainee one on the ferry and one on her first airplane
This is Rainee on the ferry. I told Rob I was doing my darndest to be an obnoxious American
I took her in her red/white/blue blanket, and was wearing my red/white/blue jeans star shirt. To go to my very strong Canadian grandpa’s funeral.
My grandpa was extremely patriotic to his country. And the quickest way to get him grumpy was to criticize the Canadian military.
Soooooooo what did we do Sunday after the funeral? My Canadian relatives discussed how bad Canadian politics and the military were. We all decided Grandpa was rolling over in his gravel.
My computers running slow, so I ran out of patience to show Rainee on the airplane. I’ll do that another day…….
Father God, there’s so much to do, and I have so little energy. Give me the wisdom to do the necessary stuff, and the wherewithall to ignore the rest. Let us also have fun today in spite of all the stuff to do. In your sons name, Amen
Comments (5)
Hey there. Gonna keep Rainee in my prayers. I love that picture of you in front of your grandfather’s home that he built. That is awesome. Gosh, I saw your breastfeeding thing to the left there and you are so lucky. This mommy was simply not able to do that. I tried and tried and tried until both babies and I screamed — both times — unbelievable. *hugs* Good mommy you are. Of course now they’re scarfing down everything in sight. ROFL.
Anyhoo. It’s good to see you blogging, it’s good to hear about Rainee and I’ll keep her in my prayers as I’ve said before.
Hey I am from Canada and I say here here to your Granpa’s patriotism.
I’m keeping you guys in my prayers, too. it’s a darling picture of Rainee
That is a great pic.
Gorgeous pic… and your grandfather sounds like he was a great man!