That's a dumb name. I know . . . you don't have to tell me.
We've moved.
From Wichita to Chanute Kansas.
I know . . . you've never heard of it and don't know where it is. You are uncultured and ignorant. You've not visited the world famous Safari Museum. You don't know the story of the 3 men who conspired to move their families and communities into one so the train would make a stop here. You are unaware of the 7600 people that live in this bustling metropolis.
I will not record my initial response to the proposal of living here. Well . . . yes I will. (My husband says I overuse the 3 dots. I might start believing him if I don't knock it off). After the initial blow up argument, when my husband incorrectly assumed I was overreacting, he said, "let's be rational and list out our pros and cons for living in Chanute."
My eyebrows reached to my hairline as I stared at him in disbelief. "You want to know the single thing on my pros list? IT's NOT HELL."
Two things real quick. Don't stop reading if you live in Chanute and are a new friend of mine. 1. My heart has changed very much about this place. 2. I can see now, that it's possible I may have been overreacting.
:)
Anyway, I realize my blogging is far behind. I have written two lovely posts since my last one here, however, I accidentally recorded them onto the wrong blog that I DON'T use and cannot for the life of me figure out how to switch it over to here. I was very upset about this.
Here's the explanation of the title. We've moved and our property has 9 acres of not very flat and not very open land. Lots of trees, and hills and two ponds. Except one might not be on our property because there is no indication of where one property ends and the other begins. There is a zip line over one of our ponds. The one we know is ours. You would think that the winter would be a bad time to test it out. You would especially think the winter would be a bad time to let your 3 year old son test it out, but my husband would disagree. During the initial testing of small children, Warrick did get stuck hanging before he reached the far side, but he was carefully strapped into a Little Tikes blue swing - the ones with the yellow straps and the red deal that comes up between their legs. I'm sure this is not how Little Tikes intended their infant swing to be used. BUT, carribiners (caribeaners, kara bean hers. I don't know how to spell this.) are fabulous inventions and I actually felt more or less okay about letting Warrick do this. Don't turn me in to SRS. You were not there and did not witness the safety precautions.
And if that's not over the top, tonight my cousin Lisa and family came by. It was well after dark, but Brett managed to drive his beater truck down into the woods so the headlights shone the length of the zip line. And, you guessed it - the big boys all rode it across while all the little kids sat in the truck wondering if the other members of their family would be riding home with them.
So far, human beings and buckets ranging from 25 to 250 lbs have all safely travelled from one side to the other.
You are welcome to come visit Chanute and try it for yourself.
And the ho ho ho. We hosted a holiday gathering for the first time and it was simply splendid. However, I will say that I just think I might not love turkey however it is prepared. I think too much about animals walking around making noises and then about gnawing their muscle tissue and I kind of get grossed out. So . . . if we have to season and prepare meat with such painstaking care in order for it to taste remarkable, maybe we should just eat things that taste yummy without all the hoopla? Like broccoli and grapefruit and chocolate (dark, of course). These are yummy in their own rite and don't need any prodding to be convincing. My opinion, obviously.
Back to Christmas - I am grateful for the family I married into and enjoy their laughing and silliness and willingness to be helpful and serve each other. I feel ever so lucky and sincerely enjoy their company.
I like the family I was born into too. That I can have heart to hearts with my brother about Jesus and how He changes people - especially us. That my sister and family have left everything familiar to give hope and tangible help to the poor in India. That my parents are so skilled at making people feel special and cared for - to the extent that they will travel to India right after Christmas in order to celebrate His amazingly humble birth with my sister and family.
And now, in closing . . . I do need the 3 dots. The dash isn't a proper substitute. It makes me feel rushed.
