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COLORFUL SOCKS!

20 Days of 20 - Day 2

Dinner, Plays, & Videotapes

Yesterday we had the pleasure of seeing The King and I put on by Lyric Light Opera. Our adopted son Jon is the stage manager and graphic designer. It was up in Mt. Vernon.

Before the play we stopped at a local burger joint called “The Chuck Wagon.” As the name implies this is a old Western themed restaurant. The food is so so, but we had fun. They have a gumball dispenser that actually dispensed stick on mustaches and beards. We each donned some facial hair and were being silly. Playing through the speakers was the Beatles. Timothy and I sang along to one song. Hannah took a VIDEO…which she has since posted on Facebook. Though I feel exposed(I try to protect my reputation by not allowing my silly side to be widely viewed), I have decided to laugh and embrace it even though I would like to DIE of embarrassment. I hope you can laugh WITH us not AT us…ok either is fine. Enjoy!

20 Days of 20 - Day 1

"20 Days of 20" has begun!!! You can read more about it in this post. This is Day 1:

Lesson Learned?

“Yes…easily” was the answer I got from Timothy when I asked “Will it fit?” He sent me a picture of a couch he saw at Goodwill that seemed a little large for our very small living room.

Today was pink tag day, which means 50% off…plus his 20% discount brought the cost of the couch down to $80. We picked it up this evening and I was certain it was too big, but he assured me that it truly would fit.

Into the truck it went and we headed for home. Esther and Timothy hauled it up the stairs but it wouldn’t fit through the door….so…off came the door. Placed in its’ intended position and clearly it wasn’t even close to fitting. Silence…the kind you can cut with a knife. Then laughter, a cacophony of laughter.

We measured a variety of different places and there was only one place it fit but nothing else fit around it. So…out the door, back into the truck, and to my parents house it went.

This reminds me of the time when we stood in the forest and he said… “For sure this Christmas tree will fit in the house!” It was 4 feet taller than the whole house!

I love this man even if he has no spatial concept whatsoever!!! J.

Being a Friend

Being a friend, I mean a true friend is hard for me. I feel like I’m not very good at it. I think of my friends all the time. My heart is connected to them. They mean SO much to me. And yet I don’t call, or even email. Doubt, lack of confidence, and guilt keep me from making contacts. “Will they still want me to call or write even though we haven’t spoken for months?” And then we see one another and it’s as if we spent all day together just yesterday. Why do I feel like it is all my responsibility? Friendships are a two-way street right? It’s just as much their responsibility to keep in contact, and to be my friend right? That’s why I feel so guilty…they do, they are.

I truly do think of you much more often than I write or call. I love you my friends! J.