Living room on a sunny fall day.
Wish me luck with the plant!
” This cozy, cuddly weather makes me think about having a boyfrann :) “
…to which my friend Tas commented: “It’s a mystery to me why you don’t have this “boyfran” if you want one. You’re too kind, sweet and pretty. There’s some dummies in KC, is all can say.” My response?…
“I’m waiting on God’s timing for this one, Tas. I don’t want just any boyfran”
Yesterday Andrea and I took her little sisters and brother to the zoo.
Without meaning, Andrea and Anna were total twins:
We saw the usual… monkeys, giraffes, kangaroos. Rode the camels and fed the lambs. Watched the new polar bear swim. But I was most enthralled with..this lady’s hair:
I’d been waiting to make Andrea a fishbowl jello since she loves oceanography so much. Yesterday morning I thought I’d have time, but we had to leave for the zoo before the jello was setting at all. The plan had been to insert the fish once the “water” was setting a little. Once home last night it, of course, had completely set so I just jammed the fishies in and threw some on the top. HA! Not the look I was going for:
Whatever, it still tastes good.
My fall wreath:
I’m still loving my townhouse. Still enjoying settling in here at the one year mark. I’ve had nothing but friendly encounters and I’ve always felt safe, even with the occasional police visits for domestic stuff nearby.. that just adds some interest and excitement in my book. We do have a horror story going on in the neighborhood – not in the townhouse complex, but just outside. The Lisa Irwin missing baby house is just two blocks away.
Today marks the 12th day police have been looking for that baby. There are many theories about what happened – from the parents’ claim that someone came in her nursery window and snatched her to all the ways the parents could be lying – I just hope they get some answer soon. That poor baby.
Here’s what I know: That first day, the police searched my townhouse. Well, not just my townhouse, everyone’s, but it is a weird feeling to get your place searched while you’re answering questions outside. “Oh, what DID I do last night? What if a baby IS in my house?” It’s weird!
Helicopters are such an all-day daily presence that it’s going to seem quiet once this is over. So are all the news vans at the family’s house.
Day and night the vans are parked around that family’s house, and at night it’s lit with that glowy, spooky lighting:
Sure hope they find the answers soon.
On a happy note, my 7-year old niece in Arizona has started writing me letters and Andrea and I collected autumn leaves to send her since she doesn’t live in Missouri anymore.
Andrea came home for the first time this weekend, which paid off bigtime for her cause she got this:
I went with some friends to the only place they ever go – this neighborhood Mexican restaurant – and one of the other regulars was celebrating his 63rd birthday:
HA. Then our waitress told us how much she’d decorated her house for Halloween, so after we all caravanned to check it out.
It was pretty cool and I’m having a really nice October.
Believe in a love that is being
stored up for you like
and have faith that in
there is a strength and a
blessing so large
that you can travel as far
as you wish
without having to step
– Rainer Maria Rilke
I love my little neighbor kids. After seeing my girly-girl cookies, I promised the boys we’d make Chiefs football cookies the same way.
HAHA. Didn’t turn out but were still greatly appreciated!
One of my favorite things about neighbor kids is how they only talk in caps.
If you’re ever asked that last one, always say yes. It’s awesome.