good problems

heyy lovely humans

flies have started hanging out in the house but hey if that is a sign of spring i’ll take it. it’s like a good problem to have. have you ever thought of good problems in life? like empty pens, or such a full freezer it takes creativity to close, or when there are so many people that the floor is used as seats. all good problems to have. i have a note in my phone titled ‘good problems’ and i've been catching good problems there. empty water bottles... dishes in the sink, overflowing onto counter… empty fruit drawers…

the airfryer got pulled out and plopped onto the counter. i know how to plug these things in, that's about where my knowledge ends. so I start researching. that night’s supper I tried to reheat mac n cheese in the airfryer. and instead. it produced dehydrated mac n cheese. literally it was hard and crunchy. obviously i had reheated it for too long. but we will continue to poke away at the buttons. i want to try fries next. and make poutine.

since joann’s is closing, i bought a sewing machine. and mama slipped the patterns in the mail. i'm enthused to actually put effort forth in sewing, for once in my life. i know it will take prayers. but we will pull up the big girl pants and face the challenge.

one night the youth were over. it was a joy like always. they came piling in the door 20 minutes early with the song of carols. within moments the kitchen was overflowing with friends and convo and laughter and ‘’what should i do?’’ for an hour the kitchen was so full you could not move in it without ‘’excuse me’’. and every inch of counter space was occupied with tea making or baked bean making or hamburger shaping or cookie forming. we ate burgers and sang for over an hour and it was a rich, heart filling evening. and i noticed that even the sugar canister had been refilled by the tea-maker guys. bless their souls.

mr doug’s were out here in gentry again. and so the remaining ranch people gather for a weiner roast. how it still feels like family is just comforting. 

we got a trip to las vegas planned. as well as a trip out into the wilderness. 

it’s been a year now since eddie rose gained her wings. everyday is still drenched in memories. and tears still drench my sleeves. i still get these overwhelming urches to talk to her. I. just. miss. her. it feels normal still to reach for the phone to call her up spontaneously. I really don’t know how i've lived a whole year without her. I cried that she missed my wedding, I still can't believe that. and I cried that her wedding day never happened. but here we are - a year without her, or a year closer to seeing her again… it’s all in perspective… she wouldn’t want me to let grief stop me from living. and i won’t. I still feel her with me. and for that, im just ever so grateful. 🪽

ive been pondering something. i wonder if Jesus is calling me to embrace a slow life for this season. i feel like i spent youth girl life stoozing around from one place to the next and i always had another thing i was planning to do. and once marriage happens, suddenly life breathes a much slower pace. and the heart and brain enters a restful place. it's good. it also is tempting. because, it becomes very easy to waste time on the phone. but. I have a friend who also recently got married and we’ve been talking about this and what this more of a ‘slow’ life looks like. so i've been noticing what this means for me personally. it means to let the quiet house be quiet and refrain filling up hours listening to podcasts and audible. i've always wanted to get into handwritten letters more and support the snail mail world. maybe now is the time. i’ve always wanted to try more with sourdough, like rolls, cookies, and naan bread. maybe now is the time. i’ve always wanted to take daily walks/bike rides, learn to sew better, sit in the morning sun more. maybe now is the time. i’ve always wanted to spend more time drawing calendars, nourish my own herbs, and be available for people anytime of the day. maybe now is the time. 

i know life won’t always be this restful. years will develop consuming responsibilities. but for now, i choose to embrace this slow life that feels like a fresh start. it feels like a spring morning where the air is gentle and the sun is the perfect warmth and the feet are hugged by cool grass. it feels calm. 

everyday is full. boredom is far from sight. yesterday’s speciality was baking bread with mashed potatoes and herbs. today i tried my hand at apple pie, for there is a pie evening at school tonight. every monday is grocery shopping day and it’s a good time. there’s a bridal shower to plan. there’s fabric to sew. there’s onions and potatoes to plant. there’s an ingrown toe to care for. we are in the midst of all the immigration stuff. there’s recipes to try and flour spills to clean up and coffee to drink. the to-do list and gratitude list compete at length- a sign of a good life here in this rental house that feels like home. it takes a bit for a house to feel like home and as days slip by and more and more belongings find comfortability in the closets and counters and once you see dust on the fan, home it is. in the mornings, steam from our coffee and prayers from our hearts swirl upward. and in the evenings journal entries are jotted down, sometimes with a side of hot lavender tea. 

come see us. 

i wish you more outdoor hours than in. ☀️

ps. there are issues with my blog. previous posts don’t load properly and the new post emails are nonexistent. so if you are knowledgeable in the wix area, please make yourself known because this woman has stewed over it and she is baffled. this is not a good problem.