Life & TimesSo last time I wrote, my Dad and I were drifting in a lifeboat somewhere in the Atlantic after our cruise ship capsized. I'm happy to report that we made it safely home. I won't bore you with the details of our rescue, but it involved Captain Sully, a lock of Mitt Romeny's hair, and two hundred crates of ShamWow.
School starts back in just over month, the thought of which induces waves of nausea. The 400+ books I am supposed to be reading this summer mock me with every mote of dust they collect. But apart from ruining any hope for a professional career, this summer has been wonderful.
Last Friday my sister-in-law Amy gave birth to her third child, Maggie.
Seriously, who looks this good after giving birth?
Grandma Claudia has finally been rewarded with a girl after raising three sons of her own.
In less awwww-inspiring news, I revived my candlestick business after 4 years of collecting rust. I work mainly with plumbing parts and pipe fittings. While I would love to make enough money to buy all my cats gold-encrusted food dishes, the real joy of it comes from working with my hands and creating a physical object. It's a pleasant change from sitting in a seminar class and debating the finer points of whether or not the South had a constitutional right to secede from the Union.
A couple weeks ago I took part in the Sugar Creek Arts Festival in Normal, IL.
After repeatedly telling people I don't have an online store because I think the internet is just a passing fad, I finally broke down and started one on Etsy.
In church-home news, we had a pleasant surprise visit from a former pastor's son who was passing through Illinois on his way home to North Carolina. His father preached here in the late 1950s to mid-1960s. He was nice enough to email me some pictures he had from that time period.
This past Saturday Andrew and I stopped by the Old House Society's architectural salvage warehouse in Bloomington JUST TO BROWSE and visit with the friendly volunteers there. Before going in, we made a pact not to buy anything that we would like to have "down the road" because 1.) we've abused that mentality enough and 2.) right now our focus needs to be on getting the building in shape so that one day we'll have a finished space for that stuff. But our resolve is about as strong as a crack addict who is left alone in the DEA's evidence room, and we came home with this little gem.
Andrew's been building a harvest table out of reclaimed lumber and is almost done. Major props to him. This is the first time he's built a piece of furniture that doesn't have an IKEA logo on it. He's done an amazing job.
I look forward to having Thanksgiving dinner on it when we have a kitchen, which should be sometime during the 2030s.