The Best Of Times…Or The Worst Of Times?
“This is the best day of my life,”
my little sister Abigail once announced at supper one evening years ago. What was so wonderful about that time? We were eating spaghetti, for one thing – Abby’s favorite food. She was around 6 years old at the time, and the simplest things made her happy.
It is that current state of pleasant oblivion that many of my siblings are experiencing during this time in life. I wish I could agree with them more often. There is a nice summer thunderstorm rolling across our land right now. I find that relaxing and refreshing. The weather has been entirely too hot in this part of the south.
I have to spend some time reorganizing my thoughts, so I might as well do it now in this post.
Major came back not too long ago. I’m irritated with the little rascal, but still glad that he is back. Dorothy, the beautiful veiltail goldfish that some friends gave to us three years ago, just died. I don’t think of myself as being emotionally attached to the fish – or even the chicken that died recently – but I cannot express much contentment in their deaths. It is immensely frustrating. I saved one of Dorothy’s scales under the banner of scientific research (Rachel found that somewhat disgusting).
Our garden put out a wonderful amount of produce this year. Delicious. We actually ate a good amount out of the garden – for once. The downside to this topic: I can’t find the excellent photos that I got of the harvest! I’m so disappointed! They have either been misplaced or erased from the depths of cyber space.
I found my digital camera full of pictures portraying my various brothers and sisters leaping through the air, off the school room sofa, etc. What was going on? They documented their own foolish acts!
I titled the post to reflect our struggle with an age old problem. Why are things so much more difficult in reality than they are in theory? We come up with supposedly brilliant ideas, and then some little catch overthrows the entire thing. Or perhaps a large catch. Take your pick. I must repeat this every day: “I will not be an idealist”. Haha…will I ever learn? I am a critical perfectionist by nature.
Maybe we just have to remember how finite (and oh, how flawed!) we truly are. By the way, our summer issue of The Old Schoolhouse finally arrived today! We’re thrilled, as usual – and are already getting a lot out of it. We’re working on home business plans, you know.
GOD HELP US 😉
Aug. 24, 2006 – You’ve been tagged!
Posted by DancingFeet
Just wanted to stop by and say hi, and to tag you! If you want to do it, go to my blog to see the questions. But don’t worry, I won’t be offended if you don’t want to do it!
Aug. 26, 2006 – Untitled Comment
Posted by JenIG
this is a really lovely blog pg. you are a very good writer. thanks for adding me to your friends list. i’ve added you to mine as well.
i’m glad you guys are enjoying the latest TOS!