Yes, the pork turned out very well. I had to be creative, as my aforesaid knives weren't the type that I needed for this recipe. It was so delicious though. Our little dinner wasn't romantic with Miss S smearing sweet potatoes all over her high chair tray, and slinging stacking cups across the floor. However,since for us together = happy, it was a wonderful evening.
Wednesday was quite busy. I had a long list of things to do, and I was completely committed to crossing off every item! One of the items that I had to accomplish was the bathing of my dear but dirty daughter. I carried her, fully undressed, to the tub, with one arm. With the other arm, I jerked her little bathrobe off of the decorative hooks that we have hanging on the wall. Not only did the bathrobe come down, but the entire set of metal hooks. I sighed inwardly, but went about my duties until I noticed a little round chip on the edge of the tub. Yes, in my haste, I had chipped the bathtub. Ugh.
Next, after I had put Miss S down for a nap and was trying to rearrange our office, I sliced my finger on the edge of our filing cabinet. I stood in the bathroom running water over my finger as I looked at the chip on the side of the tub. Lovely.
Later, we picked up my husband's car from the mechanic, and instead of it costing $150, there were deeper issues in its health and we had to pay $480. Ouch.
Even later, as I was walking into the basement, I saw something BIG and BLACK on the carpet next to my laundry basket. It was MOVING. It was the king of spiders. We had killed another of these in our storage area 6 weeks before. But this was in the finished part of our basement... the place where we watch movies and curl on the sofa in front of the fireplace to drink coffee. I was so afraid (still am). This spider had muscles and bones .... really it did. Do you think the spider has relatives? I do. Just great.
When I climbed into bed on Wednesday, I realized that all day I hadn't said thank you. Lord, thank you. Thank you for health and a home. Thank you for a refrigerator full of food. Thank you for family and friends. Thank you for your word. Thank you for all of your blessings. Thank you for teaching me not to hurry. Thank you for laughter. Thank you for trials. Thank you for a car to drive. The list goes on and on.
I don't know how many of you have read the classic Pollyanna. She always played the glad game. I wonder how it would be to play the glad game for just one day ... for instance.
I'm glad that the metal shelf didn't fall on Selena.
I'm glad that I had a filing cabinet to cut my finger on.
I'm glad that the car was fixable.
I'm glad that the spider was there to kill other little pesties.
I'm glad that the spider wasn't a black widow.
I'm glad that in three months, we've only seen two of these scary beasts.
I'm glad that Mr.S was able to kill the spider. (Can you tell I need a little help being glad for the spider?)
game with me!
"Little things come daily, hourly within our reach, and they are not less calculated to set forward our growth in holiness than are the greater occasions which occur but rarely."
Jean - Nicolas Grou