30 December 2015

Thanks for the call

I don't call people. Not without some realy good reason.  I have a few friends who call me once in a while and I am always glad to hear from them.  But for some reason I don't like calling people. 

So thanks Mrs Becky for the message on my answering machine. 

I am reluctantly on Facebook, and though I will post occasionally, for the church or for our soapberryproject, the idea of sharing all the details of my life with people seems very strange indeed.

Part of it is that my life is a series of mundane things, to me at least the fact that one if my boys is finally hiding when he poops is not news, it is just another day in the life of a small family. 

We took prayer requests tonight and I didn't mention that we have one who is poping six teeth, with a small ear infection, and a bottomless pit for a stomach. Not surprising, nothing unusual, so I mentioned it in passing later.

We also have a loose tooth in the house, our first. It has caused great discomfort at meal times, and some comments from the younger brothers that they have decided not to have loose teeth.

The reality is that I have a lot of small things going on. And nothing that rates a phone call. But someone might be interested.