For days and days, I have sat here in my little corner, feeling a cold draft. I’ve put on a sweater. I’ve worn warm boots. I’ve put an afghan in my lap. I’ve told Ray, “I’m freezing over here!”
We’ve changed the temperature setting on the thermostat. Ray has been outside to cover the vents in the foundation on this corner of the house. I’ve looked online for those little insulation thingies to put behind the outlet plates near my feet. “Where is that draft coming from?” I’ve wondered.
Then, a couple of days ago, Michelle and I were sitting side by side correcting and she was chilly, too. I put my hand on the center of the window where the top window and lower window come together, and, boy, I could really feel the breeze there. I was not happy that windows that are less than three years old would be so drafty.
Our son-in-law Nate heard us talking about the draft. He looked at the window and asked if it was locked. It wasn’t. Then he looked up at top of the window and noticed that it was OPEN, ever so slightly, but OPEN!
Temperatures in the teens this week and I had been sitting here by a slightly open window! For some reason, it made me think of my too-short hairdryer cord that I told you about two years ago, almost exactly two years ago, as a matter of fact!
Ah, mistakes, short-comings, silliness. I live with them every day, don’t you? The other day I was looking at our lesson on American astronauts landing on the moon when I found a very Noble Peachy kind of mistake. I had typed, and I quote:
He said, “That’s one small step for man; one giant leap for mankind.” Armstrong looked down at his left boot and then stepped down with his right food . . . . ”
Neil Armstrong goes to the trouble of going all the way to the moon and I said he stepped down with his right food!
Ah, as I said, mistakes, shortcomings, silliness. I live with them every day. Maybe you do, too, at least in your children if not in your very own self. Too bad we can’t all be like Mary Poppins, “Practically perfect in every way.” I’m much more like Jo in Little Women, “Hopelessly flawed.”
I put the last picture on the last page of the last unit of From Adam to Us in the wee hours this morning. If you think of me in the next ten days before it goes to the printer–if the good Lord is willing and the creeks don’t rise–please pray that in my hopelessly flawedness, I don’t leave in any noble peaches or right foods on the moon.
And if you or your kiddos experience any mistakes, shortcomings, or silliness, remember that we all have a holy Father Who loves us anyway.
For He Himself knows our frame;
He is mindful that we are but dust.