How High's the Water, Mama?

How high's the water, mama?Five feet high and risin' How high's the water, papa? Five feet high and risin'

Well, the rails are washed out north of town We gotta head for higher ground We can't come back till the water comes down, Five feet high and risin'

Well, it's five feet high and risin'

{Johnny Cash: Five Feet High and Risin'}

Unless you've been stuck under a rock for the past few days, you know that it's a little...soggy...down here in the southeast. It's not so bad here in North Mississippi, although we did get stuck in Corinth yesterday when we were trying to get home from Starkville. Water flooded the main thoroughfare, and we were hardpressed to get through. We finally made it home, but only after we backtracked out of Corinth, drove south to Rienzi and turned east again.

I don't guess I'll be going to Kroger to do my grocery shopping this week. Or anytime soon.

It's wet down here. And at home. Home is Franklin, Tennessee, a suburb of Nashville.

Don't worry, my parents haven't floated away yet.

But that's only because they live at the top of a hill.

Seriously, though. Downtown Nashville is a mess. It's strange to see images of home flash across the news. It's going to be a long time before life is back to normal up there.

The buckets of rain that God poured on us over the weekend washed away most of our plans to watch Mississippi State play baseball, but we were able to get in some good eating at some of our favorite Starkville restaurants. We played with our niece and nephew and visited with the family. It was nice.

But I'm glad to be home. And I'm thankful that our house is nice, and safe and dry. No more travels for a while. Next time, people are coming to us.

That means that I should probably clean the bathrooms this week.

Just wanted to let you know that we're high and dry here in Iuka.

Until next time, grace and peace.

Miserable Failure

Clearly, I have failed miserably at the month-long-five-day-a-week posting challenge that I embarked upon at the beginning of April. I'm not sure how many times I've actually posted, but I'm quite sure that I haven't kept up my end of the deal. Sigh.

But I tried. And I did write more frequently than I did in March. Which isn't saying much. But still. I wrote.

Life has been a whirlwind over the past few weeks. In retrospect, April probably wasn't the best month to begin a writing challenge, since we've been to both Starkville and Franklin, and we have even more weekend trips on the books. Busy time. But good.

I love spring. And baseball season. And sitting in Section M at Polk Dement Stadium at Dudy Noble Field. I'll be honest. I don't really watch that much of the game while we're there. But I do so enjoy spending time with family, eating boiled peanuts, people-watching, and cheering for the bulldogs. Micah likes it so much she drools over it.

I love Starkville in general. It's got Little Dooey's and Abner's and Bulldog Deli. Yum. I miss all those restaurants.

College days were good. Mississippi State holds lots of memories.

It's where I met my husband. Where I made lifelong friends. Where I learned about life and love and faith and God.

I like going back.

But I also like coming home.

There's no place like home, you know.

That's enough rambling for now. I need to wake the little lady up so she can hang out with her Nana, Grampa, Aunt Stacy & Uncle Phillip. They'll be here soon.

Until next time, grace and peace.

Scattered Thoughts

I started to write earlier today, but Micah cut my post short when she awakened from her nap far too early. Fierce resistance of sleep is apparently our new normal. We're headed back to the pediatrician in the morning to see if the tonsillitis has gotten any better. I know without even going to the doctor that something isn't right with my child. She's not her normal happy, healthy, easy-go-lucky, content self. That has made life a little difficult lately, which has not allowed me to keep up with my promise to post five days a week. But last week I posted four times. That's 80 percent of my goal.

An 80 isn't a shabby grade, is it?

I would have flipped out if I had gotten an 80 on a report card. I was such an over-achieving perfectionist. I had issues. I hope I don't project them onto my children.

I'm obviously scattered right now. I've found it difficult to collect my thoughts over the past week. Most of my energy {and that includes brain activity} has been focused around soothing my sick child.

It's difficult for me to focus on much else.

But I did manage to complete a couple of custom designs last week, and I'm super excited to share them with you, but it will have to wait until at least tomorrow.

The doctor's appointment is early in the morning, and I need to dry my hair before I can crawl into bed.

If you're the praying type, please pray that my child will sleep well tonight. We could all use the rest :)

Until next time, grace and peace.