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Earlier this morning, songs could be heard throughout the upstairs. Apparently a brush could not be found. Suzannah made the most of the opportunity. She began singing the Veggie Tales "Hairbrush Song"...with some slight alterations. "Oh, where is Mommy's hairbrush? Oh, where is Mommy's hairbrush? Oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where, oh wherrrrrre, is Mommy's hairbrush?" Then it got changed for socks and shoes and anything else that she needed to locate on Sunday morning. Little singing voices always warm my heart! The eastern box turtle now has a name...thanks to a dear friend in Australia. She suggested Mrs. Hortatio since she had spent the night "battling" a snake and survived. I think that she-the turtle, that is- probably aided and abetted the snake's escape but we won't hold it against her. We are enjoying watching her alot. Mrs. Horatio does not retreat inside her shell when we pick her up or talk to her. That is a nice thing in a turtle, don't you think? When Mitch brought the turtle home the other day, a neighbor was talking to another lady. She asked Mitch what he had. He gladly showed them. Both ladies turned up their noses and "ooouuu"-ed. Mitch told me when he got in what had happened and then quipped, "You can tell they aren't homeschool moms". Bullentin! Snake Update: We have reason to believe that the dear snake(hereafter referred to as ds) was able to flee its indoor confinement while the loving and hospitable family was worshipping the Lord. This would appear to be an answer to certain person(s)'s prayers. Nevertheless, there are those withinin the household who are presently mourning the loss of ds. As evidenced by a bit of snake skin left on the door jam, it now seems that ds squeezed under the front door and escaped for the great outdoors leaving behind the unknown indoors and some grieving humans. We must now content ourselves with merely a pet turtle. Our many hearts are now collectively mulling over the old saying, "Better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all". We think that this certainly applies to our own ds. Off on his own now, ds won't be forgotten as we will always be looking expectantly at every clump of shrub or bush or tall grass anticipating our meeting once again.
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