then this...

if you have followed my blog very long you know writing is therapy for me
it has been four days since I last wrote
it seems like it has been a lot longer 
tonight I am definitely in need of some therapy 
so I am breaking my silence

our visit with family last week was fast and furious and wonderful
we arrived Tuesday evening and visited with the Bondurant branch
Wednesday we visited with the Ellis branch
Thursday I introduced Deborah to my cousin Sue
we had so much fun 

we arrived home safely late Thursday night
I was greeted by David with news that we had visitors
thousands of ants were in my kitchen
UGH! I put out Terro in several places
and went to bed with visions of an impending invasion

Friday Ruth brought the kids to the house
we were in the back yard most of the morning
after lunch Deborah took something out to the trash
right off the porch she found a kitten Sam had killed
thankfully Kyle was here and put it in the trash for me

Saturday
Saturday I kept busy all day
mowing, weed eating, spraying for ants, working in the raspberries
cleaning out the building, organizing 
I didn't want free time to dwell on the date we buried Bill

Sunday the sermon was all about the purpose of marriage
it was great, even though I cried most of the way through it
especially when the preacher said;
"some of you are pretty good at this marriage thing"
I thought "we were and I wish we still were"

tonight I was getting ready to take the garbage to the curb
I heard Ruth yelling; 
"turn the power off, there is water coming through the ceiling"
long story short: when David and Kourtney investigated
they found mold under the linoleum by the tub so they tore it out for me

after things settled down I took the cans to the curb
I was reflecting over the past few days thinking; 
"it can't get much worse"
I was proved wrong. 
Way wrong when this happened.

I will take the time to put shoes on next week.

this is the largest slug I have ever seen
the whole inside of my arch was slimy
on the bright side:
there is one less slug in this world
that is it's guts hanging out YUCK!

the "Christian" thing to do would be to say;
"But I know I don't face any of this on my own. God is always with me."
And that is true. But do you know what? 
Tonight? Tonight I am thankful for these people who face it all with me. 
***Except the slug. I did have to face that on my own...

l-r by family
Beth, Ruth, Deborah, me, Andrew, Jonathan, Sarah