Today my husband started his new job. He resigned as the pastor of our church and now works for a large non-profit organization as the Chief Operations Officer. We loved our church and did not leave because of anything negative. The opportunity to work for the non-profit was just irresistible to my husband. So, we close the door on ten years’ of ministry at our church and nearly twenty years of working as a pastor.
So we begin a new chapter of life.
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I am determined to make this summer memorable and fun even though I am working forty hours a week. I have arranged my schedule so I have Tuesdays off (until 8 p.m.). Today, I took the kids to a movie (Wall-E) which everyone seemed to enjoy. (My trick at the movie theater: buy a large popcorn that comes with free refills. Put a couple of paper lunchbags in your purse, immediately divvy the popcorn into separate bags and get a refill before the movie starts.) On the way to the movie, we stopped at a video game store to one of the kids could rent a video game and one could buy a racing game.
After the movie, we stopped by the hardware store to buy a doorknob and brackets for hanging a curtain rod. Then we stopped by the library.
When I was a teenager, I used to ride my bike to the library and spend the afternoon looking for books. My four kids acted as if they’d never been in a library before, although they did keep shushing each other. One of my 15-year old sons is an avid reader and we were there mostly for his benefit, but he couldn’t think of any authors that he likes to read. So I led all four kids to the science-fiction/fantasy section and picked out a couple of books (C.S. Lewis, Doris Lessing and one other). It’s tricky to supply him with books because I am concerned about protecting him from images I deem inappropriate. I read stuff at his age that was wildly age-inappropriate and I don’t want him to do the same.
He loves to read so much though. For fun this summer, he is almost finished re-reading Don Quixote. He easily reads a normal-sized novel in a day or two. It’s remarkable, really.
Anyway, then back home where I spent the next few hours preparing for a handyman to come over to install two curtain rods, a doorknob and a deadbolt. Remember, I’d purchased brackets for a curtain rod because I couldn’t locate the ones I ordered months and months ago. And wouldn’t you know it, as I was scooping up Legos off my son’s floor, I discovered the missing packet containing the brackets and screws. (Did it drop from the ceiling? How did it just appear?)
I found it rather annoying that my husband, the ex-pastor, scheduled this handyman to come on a Tuesday when we could have been at the pool in the precious few hours I wasn’t working. I was so annoyed with him but really, it was my hormones speaking because I am irrational with premenstrual syndrome. It’s bad.
My husband has finally noticed that I suffer from PMS and has stopped taking me quite so seriously. I am a lucky woman.
My house is in disarray since the garage sale. I want to right things, to put them in order, but I just can’t quite find the time. In fact, tomorrow–seven and a half hours from now–I begin a twelve hour day. It’s the price I pay for having easier days on Mondays and Tuesdays. (At least I am not directing Vacation Bible School this year–I led it for six consecutive years!)
Oh, I just remembered what I wanted to say here. It will have to wait until tomorrow. I rediscovered some slides with the most shocking accompanying captions. I do not know what to think about it.
But now, I must sleep.