It took me a while to figure out how to get pictures while having a new phone. Poor Bobby, he's been through the ringer on this one because His phone is the one we have used to get the best pictures. Thank you for your patience :-).
Dear Family
My sheltered past
shows up and I miss it. Sometimes I say things to be funny but sometimes I’m
just innocent and taken wrong. Let’s talk about the word consent. As in, please
fill out this consent form to jump into our trampoline house, ski in our lodge
etc. We give consent every time an app wants us to say that we read their terms
and conditions, etc. It’s just something we do all the time.
So,
after dinner on Mother’s Day Bobby, Seth, Adriel and I visited the Portland
Rose test gardens. One cute thing was that for a little bit we couldn’t find
parking. A comment was, “Who would have thought that the rose gardens would be
busy on Mother’s Day?” A cute fun quip – I don’t even know which of my adult
children said it, but it did make me laugh.
While
there we smelled the roses and it was fun. We also saw several fat squirrels. I
wanted to pet them. I did get close but never managed to rub any of their
backs. The kids did say if I had been faster, I could have gotten one. I said,
“No, I wanted the touch to be consensual.” This set them off for some reason. I
just didn’t want to get bitten. And I wanted the squirrel to be OK with it.
Later I mentioned the family’s reaction to a co-worker. After she explained that
‘consensual’ usually included “sensual” I was aghast. “Ewwww, I don’t feel that
way about squirrels at all!” She had to laugh and say, “Well, I’m glad we
cleared that up.” Thank goodness for kind coworkers who help me understand the
cruel and horrid world around me.
As
part of our walking Adriel did tell a story about a 10-year-old giving a tattoo
at the event she had recently gone to. She took a video because she knew the
youngster was having a memorable moment. I thought that was funny. Permanent
art – here we go.
I
enjoy telling Bobby’s dreams because they are so entertaining. I wake up before
him, but when I come back in the room, I think it wakes him up and he’s
bursting with the news. This one is an interesting one. Bobby was wrestling
with Will Smith when Will knocked over some soapy water onto Bobbys brand new I-pad.
This was quite disturbing to Bobby, but Will did not offer to help – he even
said, “Sorry there’s nothing I can do” (Unlike his, “I will pay for that” in
Men in Black 1.) That was it, Bobby is now a little bit perturbed with Will
(Whom he will probably never meet) and about an I-pad that does not exist.
Bobby doesn’t own one at all. Now you know.
Back
in the day when Bobby was in seminary, he would have a lot of books lying
around. When the semester was over, they would simply exist – on his side of
the bed. During the summer Bobby would go to camp three weeks at a time. I
would pack his items up and put them under our house in storage. He would be a
little upset but knew I wasn’t going to let him be gone for weeks and leave a
mess. Bobby and Adriel would ask where things were and I would say, “Where it
belongs” then when they asked where that was, I would say, “I don’t remember.” Usually
this would motivate them to keep a cleaner room/area.
That
last paragraph was background for this story. I keep winter/summer clothes
under the house and rotate them from storage as the seasons pass. I had gotten
my summer clothes out when it was warmer weather, but shorts were going a
little too far, so I left my sweaters in the closet and put my shorts in a box
in the garage for later. Well, we had even warmer weather last week, so I went
looking in the garage for a box with my shorts. Nothing. . . I went under the
house and found nothing. Friday night Bobby was gone so I tore up our bedroom
looking for my shorts. Did I decide I never wanted to wear shorts again? Did I put
them under the bed? Above our closet? In the gest room? Nope, none of those. Saturday
morning Bobby mentioned he knew where they were! “Where?” I asked. He said, “Where
they belong”. Ha ha. So, I went under the house again this week and looked in
random boxes. They were in a box labeled “Valentines & St. Patrick’s day
decorations.” Oh yeah, I was going to take the shorts out before I put that box
under the house. Sigh – wonders never cease. But now I have a lot of shorts –
yay!!
On
to youth group fun. Bobby has taken to the field for games, and it was a normal
occurrence for him to say, “Ok, last point wins.” What made me chuckle is when
another leader said aside to me, “That still could take all night.” Bobby
controls things by being an active participant though and it didn’t last too
long after that.
Youth
Sunday was a blast. It wasn’t filled with as much bouncing like they normally
do (Bobby included) I attribute this to no doughnuts that morning. They were a
much calmer crowd and presented themselves well. Only one person looked scared
and harried after being aggressively greeted. I’m calling that a win. I loved
the testimony, the greeters, ushers, announcements and sermon. Yay for an
active youth group.
If
you are Bobby’s Facebook friend, I’m sure he will be sharing pictures of the Youth
Sunday soon.
Love
and hugs to you 😊
Cristy
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