February 17, 2008

• weekend

  Good morning.

       Its been a long week with a lot of coughing, hacking, and respitory crap.  None of us are truely on the mend.  Rob was pointing out that you go through the day thinking "Oh I might be getting a bit better."  And suddenly you feel worse then you did two days ago.  Its a backwards forwards kind of bug. 

      Yesterday we took our bodies that were somewhat healthy into do an Awana function.  It went well, and fortunately I found someone to lead the singing at the last second cause my voice still hadn't recovered.  I actually felt fairly human too.  But I guess all the days of sleeping weird torched my back.  If its not one thing its another.   The function was a nursing home event.  I was praying I didn't share my cough.    The kids were a little weirded out, but its okay its a good experience for them.  I actually quite enjoyed myself.  I got kissed on the hand by one elderly gentlemen.    And had a nice conversation with another one.   And while we were singing (all patriotic songs)  One man with a lovely deep base voice joined us.  His timing was off a couple times so we could enjoy it.  I imagine he has enjoyed singing all of his long life.

         My desk is coming together quite nicely.  I haven't stained it, but I have mostly loaded it.  When I finish loading my scrapbook picture I will take a picture.   I will of course have to unload it when the time comes to stain it...but as I don't want to do that when I have a respitory bug it will have to wait.  Rob built shelves for me on Friday with directions of what I wanted and when I came out I was highly disappointed.  He'd used junk wood, and mismatched colors.  I told him it was okay, but didn't really mean it.   One of those save your husband's feelings moments.  I loaded stuff on the shelf, and was struggling to figure out what to do with half of it because it only had half the shelves I had asked for.  

       He went on to build the paper display thing which turned out awesome.  And I kept puttering trying to fill the shelves etc.  He ran out of wood for the paper display thing and said he'd have to get the rest tomorrow.   On the way to town yesterday he asked me again about the shelf.  I finally decided to bite the bullet and explain as gently as I could what I *had* wanted, but told him I was just gonna use it the way he'd done it.  He said "No, I want you to have what you do...I'll just buy new wood, and start over."  Part of me was thrilled and the other part of me felt really bad.   He asked me to explain again exactly what I wanted, and I suggested using a different kind of wood.  He bought nice 1x12's and came home and rebuilt my shelf in all of an hour, and its a sight to behold now and EXACTLY what I wanted.  And he was proud of it.

     The other neither of us were totally excited about, all though he said he was but being his wife I could here the hesitation in his voice.  This time the shelf are the right measurements.  One shelf of 14 inches tall, the rest at 6 inches tall.   LOTS of places to store my always growing scrapbook stuff, and look decorative at the same time.  He also finished the paper carrier, two extra shelves that he thought of himself, and my corner shelf.   Its all very cool

      I know you want pictures.   I will share them when I'm done loading my amazing scrapbook area. 

      On top of that--this was my valentines day pressy from him.  A rather Large pressy.  So I absolutely did not expect a thing more.  He had let it be known however he wanted to have a romantic kid free time in the bedroom Friday night (he worked thursday as well as us having basketball)  so I sent Zeria to her bedroom early, and headed in.  He had bought me a HUGE box of chocolates AND a lovely bouquet of carnations.  He *never* buys flowers for me, and I happen to love them.    I almost cried.  He fairly frequently flunks romance, and he did just fine this time. 

   

   

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