Tomorrow we will begin yet another week in this dreadful Victorian house that we do not call home. It's as though we are in purgatory, seemingly with no end in sight. It feels like we have been here for ages (but in reality 2 long months). Hopefully we only have a couple of weeks left before we can move into our real home and actually unpack and settle. Hunter has no school tomorrow due to the monthly teacher inservice. After two weeks of Kindergarten they've learned the colors and shapes. Hmmm. He already knew those, but I guess they have to cover the lowest possibilities in the class.
We had a lovely weekend. Becky coerced Dean to help with some housework before he and Hunter spent Saturday fishing. They didn't catch anything big enough to keep, but had a grand time at it. Last Saturday they caught a 16 inch rainbow trout, which we cooked up for dinner. Becky enjoyed a quiet day at home, working on some cloth gift bags. Next month is Super Saturday and everyone is supposed to bring 5-10 of some gift item they make to exchange to help with Christmas gift giving. Recommended items were candles, soaps, crocheted handiwork, ornaments, etc. I don't do such things and was rather stressed about what on earth I would take. I did an internet search for "quick easy gift project" and got the idea to make re-usable gift bags. I don't sew terribly straight lines, but hopefully no one cares. I went to Joann's (the closest thing here to Hobby Lobby - from which I am still having withdrawals) and got a few items from the remnant box, and the project goes very well. I am impressed with myself that I thought to use a twin-sized white fitted sheet that was just not working on Hunter's bed as a lining for the bags. I cut numerous linings from it, and now don't have to feel guilty for wasting the sheet (which I wanted to trash every time I made the mistake of putting it on Hunter's bed.)
Today I (Becky) was set apart as Primary Secretary in our ward. So I figured I should attend today. The Junior Primary is quite young, as explained to me by the president, which is why they were so restless and noisy and not paying attention. The counselor who was giving sharing time had a nervous break down and others had to fill in for the Senior Primary's sharing time. I had thought she was doing a marvelous job. Hmmm. I guess we'll see what's really in store for me.
This afternoon we took a lovely family walk here in Astoria. We were gone nearly two hours. We don't move along very fast when we stop at all the blackberry bushes along the way and partake. I can't stand them myself as they are much too tart for me, but Dean and the boys can't get enough. I hope I can get all the blackberry stains out of their clothes.