Monday, July 28, 2014

The Walls Begin to Rise

The neighboring state had some crazy serious wildfires last week which resulted in heavy, smoky air here.
It was yucky, but made the most beautiful colors in the sky.
I wish I had a camera that could capture the moon because it was blood-red for several nights in a row.
Here is the sun mid-morning.


With this smoky backdrop, we had walls begin to rise.


It is great to see the paper-flat plans take on dimension.  Everyone says framing is the best part and I can certainly understand why they would say that!  


This will be my laundry room window.  
This is the kind of thing that makes my heart sing:
the tree is centered.


And once again in one of the library windows;
the trees are centered.


I seriously love that kind of thing!

Here is the back of the living room and the kitchen entrance.
Many, many windows.
Can you hear my heart singing?!


Here is the front of the house, one corner of which is our bedroom.  
Those three side windows face the east.
You know what happens each day in the east, right?
Sunrise.
My favorite way to be awakened.


The trusses are on their way!

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Wood

After the basement slab was poured, a big truck showed up.  I get excited any time a big truck shows up around here because that means progress!  They brought wood; stacks and stacks of wood.


Joists and beams and 2x6's and treated lumber and boxes of nails and glue . . .
and I don't even know what all!


I tried really hard to not think of it as money.
But it was hard.


Before we knew it, joists were going in.





It has been super hard for me to not stand out there all day, watching and taking pictures.
I don't want to bug our framers because I want them to work, but it is just so wonderful!
Anyway, you know what goes on top of floor joists?
That's right.
A floor.



Otherwise known as a ceiling!
Yippee!  We have a basement!
If a tornado or lightening storm or other calamitous natural even occurs, there is a place for my family to find protection.
It may seem like a strange reaction, but it is the first thing that came to mind.
My children are just that much safer.

And look what happened today:

A WALL!!
I nearly cried.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Delay Over!

Yesterday morning, my alarm clock was a beautiful sound.  If fact, it was such a beautiful sound that I didn't mind one little bit that it was 5 in the morning.

I looked out the window and what did I behold under the brilliant light of the early morning sun?

A cement truck.

For one reason or another, which you are not interested in hearing, we have been delayed for three weeks.
Three weeks is a long time, but I have developed patience in my long wait for this house.

After a while, I went outside to bug the guys.


They were working hard and fast because the days have been hot, hot, hot which gives them little time to get the cement manicured before it starts to set up.

They got out all of the major lumps and bumps then got inside on these awesome skids to go in and carefully smooth every square inch.  It was like snow shoes for wet concrete.


Today I'm melting in just my skivvies,
but this time next year I'll be laying on this basement floor . . .
cool as a cucumber.


Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Author

My 13 year old daughter is an author.

She has completed a book.

Entirely on her own.

We knew she was close to finishing, which was exciting itself, but this is the face that came bounding into my room at about 11 o'clock the other night.
"Mom!  I'm finished!  It's done!"


She has done a lot of editing, but knows more will happen.  Then she is going to print it to share with a trusted circle of advisers for more revisions and suggestions.

Then, one day out of the blue, I'll post a link for you to buy her book.
And you can tell your children that, yes, kids can write books; kids can be authors.
'Cause you know this girl . . . .

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Beautiful, Beautiful Home

In the hours before Isaac was to arrive home after having lived in Russia for the bulk of the last school year, the girls got together and made him a big ol' sign for the airport.


We were soo excited, but we weren't the only ones excited by his being back home.
Isaac himself had been waiting for this for a long time.
Russia was a mixed bag, to be sure.  My perspective is that he had the best and the worst year of his life.  While he certainly learned a lot about dancing, he also learned a lot about himself, friendship, his country, his family and his God.
He was also reminded about the value of 
HOME.

21st Century Bonding
In return for our months of sacrifice, we got home a grateful son.
Everything that is put on the table is the best food ever.
A tiny act of service (such as putting his glass in the sink for him) does not go unnoticed.
The green of the trees and the simplicity of our wildflowers are a thing of unequaled beauty.


We went into a store at twilight and exited to a glorious scene:


It was wondrous to all of us, but especially to the small-town boy who had been so long in the big city.


Then, we drove by fields of alfalfa with their heavy, fresh scent of summer.


It was . . . how can I describe it?  
It was a moment of joy, love, comfort, familiarity.
He was home.


The joy was catching as we all rolled down the windows and enjoyed
the moment.


"The streamlet, flow'r, and sod
Bespeak the works of God;
And all combine,
With most transporting grace,
His handiwork to trace,
Thru nature's smiling face,
In art divine."
                                                              Emmaline B. Wells

Monday, June 30, 2014

Look What We Have



Them all.
Who cares about the dream house.
I have my dream family.
Right here.
Together.

Happy Days

Early summer is such a wonderful time of year.  The weather is warm enough to go barefoot, but it isn't so hot that you are laying in front of the fan.


These are perfect days for wandering around in the wildflowers, laying in the tickly grass and watching the clouds wander by.


The first few trips to the lake feel a bit like voluntary torture, but after months of inside, inside, inside, one can't help but force oneself into the frigid waters.


So long, June.  I'll miss your perfect, idyllic days.
Until next year!