Sunday, January 7, 2018

Post from the Frozen Tundra


I treasure the individual "dates" I get with a son.  Caleb let me join him at the art museum.  I love watching him transition from a child into an interesting adult.

It's 29 degrees right now, and I am giddy; it feels tropical.  I'm tempted to toss on a tank top and lather on some sunscreen.  Last week, temperatures dipped under zero degrees.  The "feels like" temperature was too upsetting to record.  For days, we cocooned ourselves under blankets and layers of clothing.  We prayed that God would teleport us to either Florida or to April...asap.

To make matters worse, water stopped flowing from our faucets, showers, and toilets yesterday morning.  I think it was just too cold to move.  One doesn't truly appreciate running water until it's not running.

The fact that we lack running water has been met with mixed emotions.  The boys feel like their prayers have been answered with the non-working showers and the encouragement to relieve themselves in the great outdoors.  Chris, ever the frugal optimist, believes running water is right around the corner.  He assures us that there was no need to bother a plumber.  Spring will come soon enough.  As for me, the lady of the group, showers and working toilets seem like a necessity, not a bonus amenity.

This morning, the faucets were still silent.  The garage was flooded with water which had spilled out onto our drive way.  We now have a homemade ice rink outside our back door.

I'm no plumber, but things seem off.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.  A professional has been called.  With everyone else battling their own busted pipes, he is slated to visit our home tomorrow. 

Until then, we're praying for water, or spring.  Whichever comes first.




Monday, January 1, 2018

Missing Quiet






Indianapolis Motor Speedway Christmas lights did not disappoint.  As an added bonus for the boys, we drove on the track!

Monument Circle....all dressed up for the holiday.


I can't recommend the Winterlights at the Indianapolis Art Museum enough.




Of course if the temperature was a bit over 3 degrees, we would have enjoyed it even more!





The candlelight portion of Christmas Eve service always makes me smile.  So pretty!


My casual Christmas Eve crew.


Christmas morning.





Our annual Christmas morning run continues!










The celebration continued into the day.  Christmas dinner with the cousins.


Adulting on Christmas.




I've stopped asking why.  I heard the melodious sounds of the saxophone coming from outside.  I opened the door to discover Cooper serenading the kids playing in the snow!


Back to snow season.

 This was last year's Christmas present that didn't get used until this week.  This winter, we are not so lucky.


My Christmas Eve date at the Colts game.


Chris spent Christmas Eve working in the ER.  I enjoyed the evening with this crew of party animals!

I've often heard people say they want a "quiet evening at home."  For us, "quiet evenings" and "at home" are oxymorons.  Our home is never quiet.  Clamor and commotion are intertwined in the daily workings of our house.

Young entertainers are banging on the piano.  Budding musicians are belting out notes on brass instruments.  Aspiring athletes are bouncing balls.  Fiery siblings are hollering.  Feisty boys are wrestling.  Clumsy sons are crashing pots and pans.  Defiant offspring are arguing.  Spectating males are cheering for favorite teams.

The cacophony of sounds is enough to push this mama over the edge.

I miss quiet.

I know it exists, buried under the mound of noise.

Someday it will be quiet, I'm reassured.  But by then, I won't know how to live any other way.