Creativity is a good thing. It can prompt one to sew pillows and paint cupcakes on canvass. Creativity also has its limits.
Things that are cool:
Grandmas who drive up from the coast to baby-sit for a week while I work full-time. (Thanks, Sylvia! We really appreciate all your help!)
I painted a picture for Avelyn’s room.
Yesterday I was griping about my desire for creativity. Today I actually did something about it.
Lately I have had the insatiable desire to make stuff. The problem is I don’t know how to make anything good.
I am married to a wonderful, wonderful man. As I have mentioned before, he works relentlessly to provide for our growing family.
I spy with my little eye:Â a Toyota Land Cruiser, a refrigerator the size of Memphis, a riding lawnmower, an apple press, a ladder, an oven, another lawnmower, a La-Z-Boy recliner, a Corolla, a shameless husband weari