I took this in the 5 o’clock hour this morning. I don’t love waking up, but I do love this view <3.
Without boring you with the details why we’re homeless, we’re homeless, but not without a place to stay. We (myself, husband, three children, pit bull, two cats, a beta fish, and a load of material possessions–seriously, why do we have all of this crap–) have ended up on the Mississippi at my in-laws. And while I do desire to be in my own place, I can’t say I hate it here. It’s the Mississippi River. I wake up to this view. For the month or so that we are here I’m going to dig up all of the Mississppi River songs I can…starting with a favorite:
It has been a while. A long while. But I have come back around again. Here are a few of the things I’ve been up to while out of sight…
A hat. Polar bear variety.
One of five flamingo costumes.
A painting of my little brother.
And another necklace.
A baby blanket for a brand new baby.
Check out some of the process of painting with kids. Lots of fun, a good amount of stress, and paint everywhere. A good lesson in letting go. I highly recommend it.
Waking up in a funk. Not feeling your best. Wrong side of the bed. These are things that happen to us.
I probably use one or two band-aids a week. Pretty band-aid + Neosporin = quick way to feel better.
I was thinking the other day that the simple act of picking out a band-aid, pulling it out of it’s sleeve, slapping it on—almost a ceremony—leaves me feeling better. And there’s a knowing. I know if I have a cut on my finger that as soon as I put a band-aid on I will feel better. And sometimes I’ll go all day without one, but I’ll look at the little cut when it catches my attention, and wonder why I haven’t gone and put on a band-aid.