Last day of construction today with his parents here. I'll be finishing up things for a few weeks I think.
No move this weekend. Apparently the "come what may" was bigger than I thought.
And yes, I realized my last post was posted on a Wednesday that I thought wass a Tuesday.
Meg's Musings
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
And here it is Tuesday again. Friday I was talking to David and he suggested somethign that woudl involvoe staying up very late. I noed that the woudl be unwise since he had to go to work in the morning. He looked at me quizzically as though perhps I knew somethign about his schedule that he did not and then said simply, "Tomorrow's Saturday." I just have no sense of time at the moment. I just know I do a lot of housework now.
At least it's the good kind of housework-- I have applied paintable wallpaper to the dining room and then painted it an alarming shade of apricot, stained a bookcase, painted the inside of my trunk a pleasant apple green (Ok, so this was an accident and involved $8 worth of hosing down at the local car wash), primed the lovely little bathroom, helped wire the front porch for outlets, helped install a garbage disposal, gone to the hardware store or lumber yard at least once a day and today I shal paint the lovely little bathroom a color known as blue silk (it is a very, very, very pale blue-greyish color). Regardless of whatever else goes on, I still plan to move this weekend, come what may. It' driving me nuts to be without a bunch of the important stuff I figured I'd pick up a week later now that it's been three.
On other fronts, I've had a delightful time with my mother-in-law. She's got all sorts of stories about my husband that I'm not sure even he knew:) It's been a little intense to have five adults, two dogs and a cat in our little house, but I'm an extrovert so it's not a big a deal as it could have been had my introvert husband been home all the time. We had a date night last night (saw 28 Weeks. Ooooo... that's my type of zombie movie. And I think it was a case of the sequel being better than the orginal--many ethical questions to ponder).
Still Sunday was the day of the week that rocked. We visited Crossroads Community Church since we hadn't realized our church switched to a 10am for the summer and needed something later. The worship was a little bit, um, staged and repetative and the pastor was trying a little to hard at first to be cool (I think I take it for granted that pastors won't try to be cool since Riverview pastors seem so comfortable in their own skins and are dorky or cool as themselves), but the message was awesome. It was about desert places.
The image that stuck with me and made me think was that of coming out of the desert place-- most of the time it's not suddenly reaching a movie-style oasis, but hitting the scrub grass, then thicker grasses, scraggly shrubs, eventually seeing a little tree. And sometimes it's not that you can move into that grass, but that over a long, long, time it grows up around you and it's not because you've moved, but God's honored your helpless waiting. Doesn't apply to me at the moment, but to a few that I love. Isn't it strange and amazing that God hears?
That afternoon Larry and Maureen went off to the Taft while David and I took Emily to look at motorcycles, go bowling and eat Arby's down in Fountain Square (the fries were still frozen!). I could look at that fountain all day. Good times.
At least it's the good kind of housework-- I have applied paintable wallpaper to the dining room and then painted it an alarming shade of apricot, stained a bookcase, painted the inside of my trunk a pleasant apple green (Ok, so this was an accident and involved $8 worth of hosing down at the local car wash), primed the lovely little bathroom, helped wire the front porch for outlets, helped install a garbage disposal, gone to the hardware store or lumber yard at least once a day and today I shal paint the lovely little bathroom a color known as blue silk (it is a very, very, very pale blue-greyish color). Regardless of whatever else goes on, I still plan to move this weekend, come what may. It' driving me nuts to be without a bunch of the important stuff I figured I'd pick up a week later now that it's been three.
On other fronts, I've had a delightful time with my mother-in-law. She's got all sorts of stories about my husband that I'm not sure even he knew:) It's been a little intense to have five adults, two dogs and a cat in our little house, but I'm an extrovert so it's not a big a deal as it could have been had my introvert husband been home all the time. We had a date night last night (saw 28 Weeks. Ooooo... that's my type of zombie movie. And I think it was a case of the sequel being better than the orginal--many ethical questions to ponder).
Still Sunday was the day of the week that rocked. We visited Crossroads Community Church since we hadn't realized our church switched to a 10am for the summer and needed something later. The worship was a little bit, um, staged and repetative and the pastor was trying a little to hard at first to be cool (I think I take it for granted that pastors won't try to be cool since Riverview pastors seem so comfortable in their own skins and are dorky or cool as themselves), but the message was awesome. It was about desert places.
The image that stuck with me and made me think was that of coming out of the desert place-- most of the time it's not suddenly reaching a movie-style oasis, but hitting the scrub grass, then thicker grasses, scraggly shrubs, eventually seeing a little tree. And sometimes it's not that you can move into that grass, but that over a long, long, time it grows up around you and it's not because you've moved, but God's honored your helpless waiting. Doesn't apply to me at the moment, but to a few that I love. Isn't it strange and amazing that God hears?
That afternoon Larry and Maureen went off to the Taft while David and I took Emily to look at motorcycles, go bowling and eat Arby's down in Fountain Square (the fries were still frozen!). I could look at that fountain all day. Good times.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Monday, June 18, 2007
Life in Cincinnati
It's been a fair few weeks since I've written. The aftermath of the wedding is still around me. The thank you notes are written (though we have two mystery gifts we can't thank anybody for since they didn't come with names or cards-- a large glass jar from Pottery Barn and a set of fancy switchplate covers from Target--anybody on here know what's what?). We've also had two of our couple friends lose babies (my mother-in-law is starting to think I'm nuts since I cry everytime I read Kim's website), one healthy preemie birth (Elizabeth & Jay --our wedding officiant and her husband--had their baby girl, Emma Jordan, on the 10th 5.5 weeks early but both mother and baby are doing well) and Paula called Saturday to let me know she and Chris are now engaged and planning an April wedding.The chaos in the house is starting to get to David (& me too to be honest). the dining room is being painted (by me), the gifts are mostly still there since the upstairs is completely taken over by the construction of the new bathroom his father is putting in for us (this means we have no bedroom, not even walls--a mattress on the floor and our suitcases is it in terms of living accessories), five adults and two dogs in our little house is a little overcrowded some days. Still it's wonderful to have so much time with famiy and I'm enjoying getting to know everyone better.
We're using the porch a lot.
No job on the horizon. Planning to drive up Saturday and pack, get the truck Sunday and load it up, drive ti back Monday or Tuesday. If anyone is available, we're going to need help at the house after church Sunday to get the big stuff in. hate to ask it, but thanks if you can.
Life is filled with a million little stories this week, but I'm still short on time-- I'd really thought the pace would slow after school let out and I was out of the classroom--not so yet. but I'd better start painting if it's going to happen today. It'll be a hot one!
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
A Married Woman
I am you know.In fact, a bunch of you saw it. And I hope I stood up straighter than in most of Yi's pics. Though I'm betting not. I was pretty tired by hour two of pictures.
So I'm desperately missing him this week. Just a couple more days and I can go be with him.
OH! We're doing a cake and punch thing at Veteran's Memorial Park in Holt on Sunday from 2-4pm. It's a student request, so I'm not thinking it'll be well attended and we should have some time to sit around and chit chat. The original announcemtn looks like this:
Cake & Punch
with
The Browns
~
A one night only performance!
~
Setting
Veteran’s Memorial Park
Holt, Michigan
Sunday, June 10, 2007
~
2pm-4pm
Starring
David Brown as Mr. Brown
&
Megan _________ as Mrs. Brown
Come celebrate Ms. K___________’s marriage and move with cake, punch, pictures & other fun!
And then it had pics of our wedding cake topper:
Of course, right in the middle of the vows, they took a dive off the cake and shattered. I refuse to see that as a sign.
The unity candle didn't get unwrapped either, so we had to slide the plasitc to the side then burn through the super long, beaded wick (I pulled at it before it turned into a fire bomb and tossed it into the leftover communion wine).
So I have returned from the weekend changed. I have changed my name and my perspective. Cincinnnati is now home and his house has become our house in Ohio. My house is our house in Michigan.
I’ve never had an idea of my dream wedding, but I got it. Thank you so much for being there—I cannot think of another time in life when so many of the people I love will be in the same place. I only regret I couldn’t experience it with three clones to feed more memories into my mind.
I need to grade exams, but hey, I managed to post!