Well today started with a marked difference in temperatures over yesterday; which in itself probably wasn't as warm as promised although we did pass one wholly optimistic bank clock in Orange reading 66* in the pouring rain. Not likely, but it was a nice thought. Today was all of maybe 50*, initially pouring rain, then just wet/windy/cold; the kind of weather than makes you wish it would be 20 degrees colder and simply SNOW. (Actually, it's me & one other person in all of central Virginia who thinks this, but I digress….) This isn't new or even particularly novel weather for the area or the time of year. It's simply a regional pastime to expound upon it as though it were either of the above.
Given the above, today was an inside day for sure. School rolled along with only a small dose of the We had a day off wiggles. School done, children fed, and nap time achieved, I finally got brave enough to wade into the paperwork required email from our agency contact. While about 5 or 6 different things, and a whole page of instructions that reads like a geometry proof, there seems to be some kind of logic to it. Hyperventilation time < 5 minutes. The one page that requires proofing was largely short answer, and not unlike one form I've also been procrastinating on working on for our home study. Moving past the general weirdness of writing about yourself in the third person, it wasn't that bad. Now we just need to find time when we are both off, and it's not a holiday, to get about 10# of papers notarized! The next big project (beyond some serious home organizing) is the preparedness plan a la Ready.gov. Also know as the bug in/bug out plan for any prepper aficionados. No one at all is interested in helping you pour over old address books trying to figure out which apartment number you actually lived at 18.3 years ago. EVERYONE is eager to offer their two cents on how prepare your home for an EMP….. Thanks guys!
I did discover, buried in the legalese terms of one of the forms, Penny's actual given name. Which isn't quite so different from the name she'll be given, once she's home with us. I must admit, I was so glad to see this. Fully independent of each other, Mr. P. and I were given the name Penelope Joy. While her current situation is nothing to write home about, I have to believe that someone there surely must call her by her given name when they care for her each day. As a mother, I have to believe that her birth mother loved her, chose a name for her, irrespective of the current circumstances. Twelve years is a long time. Her world will be turned upside down when she comes home. I praise Him for knowing how to bridge the old and the new, giving some small element of familiarity and a way to remember her history.
It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.
(Lamentations 3:22-23 KJV)
3 comments:
I knew I would enjoy your writing!:)
Praying for your family. Thanks for sharing that scripture!
*blush blush* thanks Debbie!
I agree with you on the weather! Boy, last weekend was a wonderful tease!
I did not enjoy the autobiography for the homstudy either. What was worse to me was having to repeat it all in person to the social worker, as if she never read it the first time.
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