365 Days – Days 6 and 7

Posted on Aug 8th, 2010 | 1 comment

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DAY 6
This is how I feel at the moment. I have no explanation. It just is.

XBoxes and PlayStations have only one virtue that I can see: their potential bribery value.

Atticus is the most cantankerous baby mockingbird I’ve ever had to care for. Hands down. There must be a message in this somewhere…

I took in some sun in the pool today. My feet were swarmed by a legion of angry ants when I inadvertently stepped on their mound while cleaning my pool. Well EXCUSE me. Take note for future reference: you cannot kill a legion of ants by flooding their hill with a strong, disruptive water flow. I BLASTED that hill until it was nothing but mud colored liquid. 3 mins later after the ground had soaked up the puddle, it was swarmed with frantic ants again. Oh well, at least I was able to give them something to keep them busy for the rest of the afternoon.

I gathered up all my art supplies in preparation for receiving my sketchbook for the Sketchbook Project 2011. I think I’m going to work my way through another sketchbook diary with the assistance of exercises in old book by Betty Edwards, Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain…hands down one of the best books on drawing (if not THE best book) that I’ve ever seen.

The picture I had planned to post for Day 6 has disappeared. I think I might have accidentally overwritten it. Thus, my opening statement sounds a bit out of place and confusing, but I’m leaving it there anyway so you can use your imagination as to what it might have been. I will use Day 7′s picture for both days, as the event that this picture marks is quite worthy of covering 2 days!

I zonked out on the sofa before I had a chance to finish and post this entry, so now it’s actually…

DAY 7
I took the kids to church this morning because my pastor left a message on the phone telling me to have them there today. Keke, my granddaughter, was supposed to go to church with her other grandmother, but found out at 11pm last night she could stay and go with us. I didn’t really want to get up and drive to Greenville this morning, but I did. We were a bit late, but we went anyway. Just before the message, Pastor Ron had everyone clear out the first 10 rows so that all the teens in the building could sit there instead, because his message was especially geared toward them this morning. Turned out there was more teens than those 10 rows could hold, so they had to clear out more. Keke asked me, “Do WE have to go down there?” and I said yes. Even though they were at the back of the line of kids heading in that direction, somehow MY 2 grandkids ended up on the FRONT row. And BOY was the message for them! He ended with an altar call, or invitation, or whatever you want to call it, and my 2 grandkids were the FIRST to go up! I was in the balcony screaming…not hollering mind you…SCREAMING, and crying. I hugged both the strangers on either side of me and said, “My kids are down there!.” And that made the strangers cry too. And to top it all off, they were serving up BBQ ribs (Keke’s FAVORITE) for lunch in the church cafe where we ate after the service. Keke told me she cried more at the altar this morning than she ever had in her life.

Over 5 hours later and I’m still speechless in the afterglow. I’m realistic enough to know that they will not magically become perfect teenagers just because of this morning. But I have enough faith to believe that whatever transpired between them and their God this morning was real, and it will make a difference in the course of their lives.

There were only two other notable events for today:
1] I went to the grocery store today so I wouldn’t have to tomorrow night, and
2] this ornery cuss of a bird, Atticus FINALLY decided at his last meal today, to start opening his mouth for his food so I no longer have to wrestle with him to feed him. He can fly now, kinda sort of. Problem is, he can’t fly well. Plus, in the wild, the parents will stay with their babies for the first couple of weeks after fledging to teach them how to hunt for food, to supplement their diet and to protect them. Atticus’s parents presume their family is gone now, so Atticus will have to stay in MY care much longer than either he or I would really care for him to. As if I really NEEDED yet one more rebellious teen to contend with around here. Oh well, at least TWO of them made me proud today. I might take this BIRD to the altar next Sunday…

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