Q: How is Verity?
A: As of yesterday, she is completely back to her old self for the first time in two weeks, laughing and playing and eating! I was concerned that she would forget some of her skills (like straw-drinking), since she would not use any of them while she was sick. But with a little patient effort she is picking the skills back up! Thank the Lord!
Q: Have you heard anything from the USCIS?
A: What!? And not tell all of you right away?? Inconceivable!! <grin>
We learned this much from a phone call I made yesterday morning–
Our case has not yet been assigned to an officer, and our fingerprinting appointment has been set for Thursday, May 5th, almost three weeks away.
As soon as we get the actual paper notice of this appointment in the mail, we may be able to have the appointment moved up to a closer date, so we’ll be praying that God will open up a way for that to happen!
Q: Anything else happening while you wait for the USCIS?
A: More than can be written here without boring you!
~We are having friends here for meals again, and loving it! And Thursday night, several other good-sized families came over for a hymn sing! It doesn’t get much better than that! What a blessing to see even young children joining in!
~I heard from Stephanie Carpenter yesterday. We plan to talk soon so that she can give us clear instructions about our dossier. Katie’s country is picky about the dossier; it must be put together according to exact specifications.
~We are puttering along on the yard sale project. It might speed up starting next week, when the 2011 tax season is over and Daniel is back home full time. (Joseph recently doubled his work hours in our friend’s machine shop.)
~Several weeks ago we had to completely rethink our household schedule. As the three oldest boys spend more time working outside the house, Laura, age 11 1/2, and Jane, age 9, are learning to be more proficient in the kitchen. They are very pleased about this development.
While we’re in the kitchen…
*If you prefer pretty, consider yourself duly warned. There’s some ugly ahead!*
The unit over the stove.
Eeeeeeeeew. Wiping it doesn’t make any difference.
The steam rises onto the metal over and over, hastening its demise.
The unit over the sink. When we moved here in 2000, we took the wall units to the barn and spray-painted them as a temporary fix. We couldn’t remove the sink base, so Joe just brush-paints it with appliance paint every so often. It’s still in good shape.
Anybody want to trade kitchen cabinets with me?
You’d be getting a luxury kitchen compared with the one Daniel Boone’s mom had for her large family. We’ve seen her kitchen!
All these years, we have thought that someday, Joe would build cabinets to match this one, using the same tongue-and-groove wood. He would do a beautiful job.
As I saw this time grow closer, I pictured the new ones we’d talked about and felt more and more eager to tear out the old ones. He would build counter units on either side of the stove, with tailor-made storage space underneath for all our large pots and pans. The counters wouldn’t be behind a well-used door and under a low overhang like our other counter! There would be more room for many little boys on chairs, watching me work. Joe would build a wall unit that stretched generously across the entire space, and the same over the sink. Clean. Space. Aaaaaah.
But now that we are here, our eyes are opened. Guess what? We do not need what we had planned to build. We’ve learned to manage just fine with the set-up we have. We would never buy new kitchen cabinets! We just wouldn’t. Why is it okay for us to hold out for custom homemade ones? We are convicted that it’s not okay. We are not building a palace for ourselves to live in! Lord willing, we will look for something sturdy that can be properly cleaned, and we will look for it at the Habitat Re-Store. We can beautify it with some paint. That will be enough. We can be content with enough.
And when Joe carries these old cabinets outside and hands me a baseball bat, how about I imagine them to be my perfectionist pride. Or my spoiled discontentment.
Ending on a sweeter note…
…we put these…
…and like that very much.