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Here I am back again. On the same day, too. I think I have just time enough to record the events of Tuesday last. It was an unusual day first because we went shopping. Not grocery shopping, mind you, but shoe shopping. A rarety but Katey needed some shoes pretty badly. I didn't really want to get out, but I figured we may as well get that marked off the "to-do" list. Matthew was here, as he has been the last few Tuesdays. He is nearly three and he stays with us some. His mom is a children's minister. Anyway, we loaded Matthew in the van and Katey, Sidney and I went shoe shopping. About seven stores later she found some acceptable brown flats and some white ones, too. I got a pair of flip flops from the Bass Outlet. I love Bass shoes but don't have the budget for them usually. These were on clearance, as was much of the store. Even on clearance they were about $17 for the plainest leather- thonged flip flops they had. So that was that. We came home successful, Matthew behaved fairly well, and the van smelled like fast food. Later we had a tragic death of one of the goats. It was Katey's goat and Katey's dog that killed it. I knew it would happen sooner or later. He had been trying since she arrived. It's a good thing we bought this dog for a pet because he is certainly a terrible representation of his breed. The details need not be recorded, but it was sad and the lone goat must go back to her previous owners because she is very lonely. Later that night we were getting ready for bed- it was about 9:00- when we heard a helicopter. I thought this unusual because it was dark. I walked into the girls' bedroom and could see the helicopter out the window. I said to Katey, "Why don't you wave because that thing is so close they can probably see you". As I processed what I had just said and realized it really was close enough to see us, it kept getting closer and closer and then turned sideways so that big spotlights were shining at our house. At this point I called in Chad and so there were eight faces at the window looking at this helicopter that was, literally, right in front of our upstairs windows. I couldn't read anything on the side of the chopper because of the lights. Chad went downstairs and called 9-1-1 to see if there was an escaped convict or something, but the lights were shining into the house, not in the woods behind the house so escaped cons didn't seem likely. The dispatcher didn't know anything and asked if we'd like an officer to come out and talk to us. Not knowing what good that would do, he said that wouldn't be necessary. We never will know, I guess, what it was. I was uneasy the next day, expecting cops to raid my house thinking we were growing pot or something. Who knows? That was Tuesday. It's time to read now, but I found a great quote today that I would like to share. It is so applicable for moms, especially homeschool moms. It's in the book The Deadliest Monster by Jeff Baldwin. Jeff is talking about dying daily and he says: Like lighthouse keepers, the toughest part of our work is vigilance- doing our duty every day and night, even when we don't feel like it, for years and years. Christians must work hard today, and then, whether we [feel like it or not] work hard again tomorrow.
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