Warning, this may be a ho-hum post. 'Cause nothing big has been happening lately. But in light of last month's heart scare and holiday headaches, nothing is a good thing.
The kids are being kids. Bug is interested in yet another pair of basketball shoes. He doesn't need them. (He just bought a new pair last month.) But he's determined to buy them. If I go insane in the next few weeks, you'll know that my son's basketball show fettish finally overcame my sanity. (Note: As parents we've expressed our disappointment in his shoe plans, but he does have his own money to spend. We did say that transportation to and from the shoe store will be $5.)
Both Bug and Loula Belle are playing on local basketball teams. Both teams are undefeated after four weeks. Last week we also got a call inviting Lou to play on a girl's competitive soccer team for this spring. They needed a goalie. Lou jumped at the chance.
Beans, our mild child, is loving winter. Mostly because there aren't any grasshoppers around. She's got a serious aversion to grasshoppers and other creepy, crawly critters. Summer garden work is the ultimate in agony for our 10-year-old.
I've called the man who is over all the Especially For Youth (EFY) faculty and left a message expressing my interest in becoming an instructor. I learned from a neighbor who teaches with EFY that I'll need to have four 45-minute talks. Here's my possible title list:
1. Charity: Seeing the world through Son-glasses
2. Lessons on individuality from the occupants of Noah's Ark.
3. Working in the garden of the gospel.
4. Whose marching orders will you follow?
In the last couple of weeks the Church has initiated a hiring freeze. I'm not sure if that will apply to EFY instructors or not, but either way, I'm having fun pursuing this dream.
In publishing news, I heard from the features editor at the Herald Journal that he's been swamped and hasn't had time to read my first hiking article yet. Earlier he's said that they're experiencing budget cuts and isn't sure that they'll want to make an on-going committment to a correspondent. At least he didn't say no. Yet.
In all sorts of ways, no news really is the best kind of news.