I looked through Hope's camera and found pictures from their weekend with Grandma and Grandpa.
...of the school carnival in Bradford
Grandma suddenly had more heads to comb than she ever did.
Shekinah turned 6 last week, it was a busy Saturday, so she got her gifts first thing.
Then Ben and Jana took them on a picnic and fishing.
I don't think she likes holding fish.
The kid that didn't think he was going to go, caught the most fish.
New experience for her, I think.
The birthday "cake" waited until Monday night.
Of course the cheesy smile.
Monday we picked rows of peas.
Then VBS in the evening
Tues we went along for Joe's driving evaluation, it took all morning and they decided...
he doesn't need much adaptive equipment, just a spinner knob on the steering wheel.
I am a little surprised and am not sure how I feel about the news.
It means we have more freedom on the car we will get for him to use, but
it also means that we get to do his driver training.
The evaluator said he would benefit from some additional training with him
hopefully that eases my mind a bit.
The evaluator also noted that DOT issued the wrong driver's permit- it was issued for dual controls which meant that during driver training the trainer would have had braking controls on their
side of the car too.
I didn't know that was available! How many times would that come in handy?
After we came home from that appointment, I took the girls to Oregon Dairy Farm Days.
Free ice cream and chocolate milk samples.
Bunnies to pet and sunflowers to plant.
The weather was perfect.
CPR class to teach for me and VBS for the rest of the family.
Wednesday was a work day for both Joe and Hope.
I used that day for a trip to the post office, bank and a few groceries.
Somehow all that driving around took all morning.
VBS in the evening.
Thursday morning found us on the road headed for Shriner's for the yearly
"limb difference" visit. They decided that Joe needs new sockets (legs) and will get him new
feet too while they are at it. These Rush feet thankfully lasted for two years this time. A few years
ago we were breaking feet every spring.
That involved casting and measuring, I was glad that I took the 8:30 appointment even though
it meant hauling everyone out of bed at 6AM.
We got home just before lunch.
The youngest two were in a rank mood and I told them either I take a nap or they do.
They took the naps, I needed to work on "the quilt".
"The quilt" is a theme that will run 'in the background' all summer. Hannah got a
special order from a man that wants like six quilts for Christmas and I need to make three of
them. Then there is the annual Christmas Quilt that we try to put on the market, that has to be
completed by October so that people have time to buy it!
Friday morning found us back in the pea patch...this picture makes the patch look
extra long, but that's how it feels when you are at the other end.
I found out that peas were selling for $50 a bushel at the produce auction last week
so we looked on them as 'green gold' and I tried to make it sound fun.
We took them to the "pea huller" and as always were amazed at the small amount of peas
you get from ALL those peas you picked!
I wish I would have felt comfortable taking a picture at the pea huller. It was a microcosm
of small town Mennonite life. When we were there on Monday, there were two Amish buggies with
a Wenger Mennonite lady standing at the one horse's head. My children
probably didn't notice that she didn't belong to that buggy. It was that lady's
kindness that allowed the Amish lady to take care of her produce and
be sure that her horse didn't decide to take off down the road with her children
bouncing around inside.
Looked closer at the one lady and realized that I knew her. She really hadn't changed much from when I was a young girl and saw her biking along the road.
Friday when we were there, two little Stauffer Mennonite boys biked in with their peas and
had a time trying to figure out how my girls fit with me. My girls were doing their
own share of staring so I didn't worry too much.
Friday, Faith and Shekinah convinced me that they could hull one small bag of peas.
I should have known better, but I let them bring them home. They started strong,
but in the end they realized how much time we saved by stopping at that farm on the way home.
This week I hope to get back on a proper schedule again. We didn't even use the
job selection and it seemed to put everyone off stride.
I finished "the quilt" last night--will get pictures tomorrow before I deliver it.
DH and Zeke went to the Maker's Faire in DC and should be home this afternoon
so I can stop worrying. You see, I sent my two most directionally-challenged family members
off on a trip to a large city. It sounds like it went well, they used the Metro and used it to get around
from the Shady Grove area.
QOTD:
I went for groceries alone on Friday afternoon and while in the store two little girls about 4&5 were darting across the aisle like little kids do...and their mother scolded them "No, don't do that! People are going up and down here." I smiled to show her that they really didn't annoy me, they were too cute. When the older child said "mama, don't you mean 'back and forth'? Up and down would be this way." as she motioned to the ceiling. Mom and I both cracked up.
Enjoyed this post...like usual. Also, it makes me long for english peas. We can't grow them down here in MS very well. Yes, when I was young, they were annoying to pick and even more so when mom decided we could shell them!! Most times we took them the huller, just 1.5 miles away. we weer SO thankful for that place. And...yum! Those peas are so good straight from the garden or out of the bowl at the huller! Mom had to stop us from 'pigging' out! Then home we'd go for her meal of peas and steamed dumplings! So, so good!
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