Moving Diary # 18

Number eighteen, huh?! Please tell me the number of entries on this topic won't break 100!

Must.

find .

House.

Sooon!

And, as for what I got done yesterday? I finished the mudding in the bathroom. It's really just a small spot but needed several layers. It's been so humid here--raining for days on end--that my mud has been taking forever to dry! But now I think I can sand it and tell Steve to paint it. Well, I may end up painting but I can try, can't I?

I did it again. Made myself a list for today. Paint the front porch. It's not that big but a lengthy job. and it needs to get done so that I can take a picture of the front of the house while the roses are blooming. Today is the only day in 10 (counting the next couple of days too) no rain in the forecast, so this is it! Really, we should get the front yard mowed too. So, a busy day. Steve thinks he will get home early and that will help.

And, in other news, Richard thinks I didn't have a good time last Saturday when his wife took me up to Cookville to a writing seminar. ;-) He thinks that because I didn't mention it on here. Actually, weirdly, other than this never-ending moving diary, I don't normally detail much about things I didn't take pictures of. But anyway, I did have a good time and got a couple of good hints that should help my writing improve.

One hint that took me by surprise was to avoid the use of adverbs. This should really help my writing dramatically. Especially since I often find my self solidly stuck in the proverial rut. I type slowly along, deftly popping in adverb after adverb and now I surprisingly find out that this is actually not the best writing strategy! In fact, as I carefully go over my old writings I find that I liberally use adverbs all the tme. And for those of you who are gramatically-challenged, I am sorry that you will have completely missed my attempts at humor here.

I also enjoyed the speaker. She and her husband adopted a little girl whose birth mother had not wanted to take care of a little blind girl and had caused her to be burned severely. This little girl, who has no physical beauty was beauiful to her adoptive mother and a blessing in their lives.

How much are we like that little girl? We have no apparent value, except to ourselves, but God loved us anyway. He saw us as valuable. He truly loved us, and proved it! Praise Him!

I wanted to put a link here to her story but I don't know where my paperwork or the book Steve borrowed from Ginger is. Later, I guess..

I especially enjoyed the drive. It was good to just sit, drink my coffee, and have good company to visit with for the long ride there and back! How relaxing and refreshing. :-)

And now Richard knows that I, indeed, did have a great time! And you all do too! Even if you don't have pictures. :-) Thanks (AGAIN), Ginger!