It is a nice, lazy Sunday afternoon. Bob just got back from a budget meeting at church. I ate lunch with James and Amber and finished making up the cookie dough so that James could take it to work tomorrow for Sgt. Mackey. I am just applying that sweet speech James gave at his Chemical Corps graduation.
I was making the cookies when James and Amber came by for lunch, and James grabbed a hot one and started eating it. I thought he did not like the cookies, hence I had advised them to take them to work, as I am sure others might. Come to find out it is hard cookies he does not like. He likes soft ones. Oh. I enjoy making up cookies for folks that like them, and he said that last week's cookies were a hit.
When I asked James to call Ben and invite him, I heard James say to his brudder: "I have a cookie and you don't". Good grief. They sure fall back into that competitive thing easily. Too funny. Ben was not in the mood to socialize, James reported.
Amber said our house feels relaxed and comfortable to her. Yeah! That is good to hear. I was afraid we were boring. And maybe, way, too relaxed. Ha. We have all this space. Space to walk around. Space to dream. I sent my clutter to Lawton, Oklahoma... James told us about his new floor lamp that turns on by just touching it. What will they think of next. I admitted that we never dared have a floor lamp with three active boys. I am surprised our glass lamps made it. But, we did have a rule about no throwing balls in the house. I am the one that broke the front kitchen window one day with a bad throw of tupperware into the kitchen sink. Many, many moons ago.
Bob gave an excellent Sunday School lesson, and the sermon from Pastor Mark seemed an extension in Acts. I couldn't help grin at the funny I read on the web this morning about the guy who spoke in tongues---talking like a pirate. That would be a tongue most folks could understand as opposed to the gibberish most charismatics pass off as tongues.
Well, if this exciting rendition of our afternoon has not put you to sleep, you better lay off taking your vitamins so late in the day...
James did wake us up this morning at 7:30am asking for a haircut. That was funny. I knew he wanted a haircut before heading back to Fort Sill, so I had laid out the clippers pouch so we did not forget, figuring we'd get to it this afternoon. We gotta teach Amber how to do this. Time to pass the clippers. I don't mind doing the sides, but Bob is the finisher. He blends it so he does not look like he is wearing walls or a pointy head. Thankfully, we slept with the windows open, as it is a mild day with heavy cloud cover. So we stood around in our pjs in the side yard giving James a haircut at 7:30am this morning before church. James did not know I had been wide away since 3am...I saw the clock turn to 3:30am and 4am...finally got up and read stuff online for a while before climbing back into bed to snuggle with Bob at 5am.