Why is it there?

I don't like looking for things. It drives me crazy when I have to look for something that I know I put in a certain place, but it's not THERE! That's why I try to be so organized and why I label everything, so that I don't have to remember where it goes and so, hopefully, others in the house and find what they need and will put it back where it belongs when they are finished. I wish the latter happened more often. I am truly amazed at where I find some things. Take for instance, the chandelier in our entryway.





Need a closer look?




What can those shadows be? Well amazingly this is what they are:




A sock and a gum wrapper. Well, of course. Just what you'd expect to find in a chandelier, right? Don't ask me. I couldn't possibly explain it.
Now, another prime example. This is the glass fronted curio cabinet in our entryway. It has a statue of Jesus Christ and mementos from Matt's mission to Japan and Mike's mission to Chile. Lovely?



But, on the top the other day I found this:



I dont' even think that would have been easy to put there from the stairs. So, all I can say is, "Why?" The frustrating part is that I will never know. I won't know why there is a cereal bowl left on the shelves in the family room, or food under the cushions on the couch on which no-one is ever supposed to eat. I think my mother will say I should have taught my children better, but it's been a long time since she's lived with children and teenagers.

Rainy Day!

This is a wonderful day. It's about 44 degrees F and it's raining and thundering. I love it. Maybe where you live that's a common occurence, but not here. So, I thoroughly enjoy every minute. It's even better when you can stay home and listen to the rain on the roof of a warm, dry house. I'm in the coziest bathrobe I've ever owned and doing just that. This is what it looks like outside.

















Unfortunately, I can't stay burrowed up at home.
I have to referee a swim meet this afternoon. It's District time for the High School Swim Teams, so I will be at the Tigua Pool for three days. Friday and Saturday there are meets in the morning and in the afternoon. At the end of one meet your feet hurt, at the end of five sessions, everything hurts-knees, back, brain. Sometimes I leave meets with my ears ringing, from the enthusiastic cheering and yelling of kids and spectators and also from the music over the loudspeakers that keeps the swimmers pumped up. I am so not looking forward to this, but consoled by the fact that these are the last meets of the season. Now I just have to invoice all the school districts to pay the swimming officials, cut them all checks and then, hallaleujah, it's over.

I'll be looking at water, but, it's just not the same. This is the Tigua:


Wish me luck-and good judgement.