What I did on Saturday
an essay by Amy E.
We woke up and went to the graduation service of a friend of ours who has successfully completed his BA in Religion and is in the midst of the pastoral search that David and I will be doing by this time next year. A sobering thought. The service was long, but we ran into an old friend on the way out and agreed to have lunch later in the week and catch up on how school is going for him and what his plans are for the Summer. Then we went down to Canadian Tire to look at Tupperware storage bins, which I am amasing a collection of as I try and get the storage room into order. Said storage bins were on 'sale' at $10 apiece, which is ridiculous, and so we went to the grocery store and bought some bread and cheese. Samuel let me know in no uncertain terms that he needed food STAT by eating through the plastic wrap on the cheese before I could stop him and swallowing a giant piece, plastic and all. Bad mother. Quite a bit of cheese and a piece of bread later he was ready to keep going and we headed over to the thrift store because I'm always on the look out for half a dozen items - usually quilts and bags of yarn, but the Superstore in the area also donates all of their sale items to the thrift store and you get brand new clothes for very very little. I buy a lot of Samuel's clothing that way. And someone in town owns a lot of OshKosh boy's stuff because Samuel has several pairs of overalls and shirts at about a dollar each. And OshKosh never seems to wear out. Then we started home, stopping once to nurse and once for Mama to get a hamburger and buy Daddy lunch, and then stopping in at the soap store to price their castille soap and again at the natural health food store to buy a little bag of whole wheat flour and something else I'll blog about later. My flour, a lovely big bag of it that I bought a few months ago had WEAVILS in it, which just bothered me to no end. I threw it all out, but really...weavils? Didn't they sort of die out with petticoats and irons you heated on the stove? I think Little House on the Prairie mentions weavils. And we kept staggering onward and gave Daddy his cold hamburger lunch and then made it home, four and a half hours after we had left. Samuel went down for a nap and I helped a friend write his sermon for tomorrow and had a cup of tea. Then Samuel was up again and we went to get Daddy from work and take a walk town to the next village, as their United Church was having an all-you-can-eat roast beef dinner. My gentlemen told me it was my Mother's Day meal out, which I was very happy with, and was even happier with my card and a very pretty necklace they had picked out together. We all ate too much, even Samuel, and then walked home, stopping in at the garden centre to look at their herbs. I had a bath with the lovely new bath salts my mother sent me, and then put the boy down to sleep and sat with David while we watched a Frank Peretti short film: "Answers For Atheists". And now I am off to bed. What a nice, and exhausting, day before mother's day.
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