Smelling Spring

The cold disappeared, and we are in the 50’s today.

What a welcome change.

I took Corwyn out to the hayfield for a romp, and she rolled in the melting snow, over and over, until she’d given herself a virtual bath. I hope she doesn’t smell too bad tonight. The neighbors spread manure on the field last fall. Corwyn thinks it is the most wonderful thing.

Cherie then took her out for a long walk, and even when Corwyn returned from that she did “zoomies” around the dining room. That’s always good for a chuckle.

Cherie has been having driving lessons from me these past two weeks. She’s learning to drive our two cars with clutches.

After teaching four teenagers to drive I told Brian that I did NOT want to do it again.

I did. Cherie is actually a pretty good driver, and I didn’t have too many frights teaching her three years ago. I thought I was DONE. Brian is a far better teacher for learning to drive manual transmission.

Alas, we were out on the roads, desperately seeking first gear without killing the engine.

The newer manual car is far trickier to drive than the old F-150. The crazy thing is that the old pick-up has fewer miles, but a few more hiccups and quirks. It’s about 6 one way and half a dozen the other: choose your poison. I’m hoping that with lessons on both vehicles she’ll be in business. Her old 2001 Saturn just won’t start anymore. Since we now have three vehicles for three people we are LEARNING NEW SKILLZ.

Says the mom who thought she’d never have to go through that again—-!

Ed must master the manual shift process as well. He’s so busy with school that his lessons are something to consider over his spring break in April. He’ll be driving back and forth to St. Paul all summer to his internship, we think.

I subbed all week, and I’m really tired (and blue) today.

I do feel sorry for myself at times. When I’m over-tired I just want to cry. As I drove home this sunny afternoon I fought back tears.

I cannot grieve for my husband. He is blissfully enjoying the presence of Jesus right now.

We’re stuck down here with fraud and pandemic, crazy politics and uncertain outlook.

If I didn’t know Jesus and Bible prophecy I’d be a total “basket case.”

I know how it ends.

“I will never leave you, nor forsake you.” This is a promise from the Most High. Jesus is coming. He promised.

Are you ready?

Maranatha