Made Dad a sandwich and drove down to the hospital with the two youngest. Ran into one brother as he was leaving, and another brother as he ran for the elevator we were on. Spent some time with Dad. Drove home, stopped at the grocery store on the way -- yes, I know I was there this morning, but now I knew I wanted to make this wonderful shrimp dish for dinner for Tom and me [Note: that's the only link I could find that was really accurate, and he says it's his "adaptation" of the dish, but honestly, it's word for word what I have from the Chicago Tribune!] --, ran into a neighbor and chatted for awhile, came home, made dinners for the kids (tuna melts and soup), made the shrimp dish for us, Tom poured a drink for each of us. Ate dinner. Cleaned up after dinner. Greeted 17 yo as she arrived from work (Tae Kwon Do instructor); Tom and I chatted with her during dinner [that should have read "her" dinner!]. Wonderful conversation about religion and how many people are out there who don't know Jesus. Or God the Father. At all. We need missionaries! (And I know, that means us.)
That brings us to right now. It's 9:40 p.m. Our 14 [Oops, that should have been 15!] yo is at her friend's house (next door); the younger kids will get ready for bed soon.
And so ends a typical day in my life.
And I have NO idea why I wanted to post this.
Friday, November 16, 2007