Nika and JoshMatthew arrived home as scheduled and we've been laying low here at home, enjoying his company. He's having a Lost (the t.v. show) marathon, watching the shows online.
Snow day today (yesterday, cause it's past midnight.) It was our friday class day for our homeschool group, and no class today due to the snow. Seems to be the theme lately. We had snow, then a bit of ice, now it's snowing again. We used our "day off," to attack two back-burner goals: bath the very grungy, old, blind dog and adhere some fingernails to Sara's fingers.
The dog hasn't been bathed in a long, long, time, mostly due to "fear of dog." The dog has always been a bit crotchety especially when it comes to grooming activities, and now with the onset of blindness, many things she can't see become THE ENEMY. So we were concerned that the bath may leave us with less digits than we started with. However, the dog was a perfect pup in the tub, albeit a bit disoriented being plopped into a full tub of water. No teeth were bared, no snarl... all was well. Afterwards she cooperated completely with brushing (which she never does.) Can't blame her- she has sooooo much hair, generally you could knit a sweater with what comes off after her bath.
Next project was the finger nails, which I hate to mention as I'd like to protect the innocent (who?), but it was just too sad/funny (it's only starting to seem funny.) I've never glued on a fake fingernail before in my life, and for some reason, my sweet daughter entrusted this task to me, which she knew nothing of either. Sara has trouble growing the nails and thought this would be fun. Well those little buggers just seem to scamper away because of their curves, and scampering things with super glue...not good. I was anxious before I started, and it grew as I discovered my lack of dexterity. We managed to get most of them on after repositioning a few. THEN.... it happened... one slid (scampered, I tell you.) As I went for the save, made the save, I discovered that the fingernail was not attached to Sara's fingernail, but to my finger's flesh. STUCK FAST. My first reaction was a run to the sink, although I realized that this was in vain as this was superglue. Acetone, that's the only thing to take it off. We had nail polish remover with acetone, (not as strong as the straight stuff,) so I proceeded to soak it. I was stuck at around 4 and not freed until about 6:30. You have to let the nail completely dissolve, to get it off. My skin was so wrinkled up I really thought it would never be the same (it seems o.k. now, just a little wrinkly.) I found out that I'm not cut out to be a manicurist, not now, not ever. Should've gotten a pic of me with the nail on the wrong side of my finger to post here, Hmm...what would the caption be? To top it off, a few of the others have fallen off since the initial placement, leading to my daughter's realization that things don't always turn out the way you hoped they might. It was funny. But...
I really had to struggle in my heart with irritation at the situation when it was happening. We had plans for the evening that had to be laid aside-to go and worship (angry that you can't worship...doesn't sound too Godly, huh?) I was also irritated because I was afraid that my finger would sustain damage or that I'd have to go to the hospital to have it removed. Fear and anger over a situation that was passing, and even, funny. Wow, I need a Saviour. I think Sara even learned a small something. The roads were pretty bad tonight, and we were safe at home because of this. We also had a wonderful time sitting by the fire together, listening to the sweet sound of the guitar, as my son picked. God's plan is always good.
G'night
The dog hasn't been bathed in a long, long, time, mostly due to "fear of dog." The dog has always been a bit crotchety especially when it comes to grooming activities, and now with the onset of blindness, many things she can't see become THE ENEMY. So we were concerned that the bath may leave us with less digits than we started with. However, the dog was a perfect pup in the tub, albeit a bit disoriented being plopped into a full tub of water. No teeth were bared, no snarl... all was well. Afterwards she cooperated completely with brushing (which she never does.) Can't blame her- she has sooooo much hair, generally you could knit a sweater with what comes off after her bath.
Next project was the finger nails, which I hate to mention as I'd like to protect the innocent (who?), but it was just too sad/funny (it's only starting to seem funny.) I've never glued on a fake fingernail before in my life, and for some reason, my sweet daughter entrusted this task to me, which she knew nothing of either. Sara has trouble growing the nails and thought this would be fun. Well those little buggers just seem to scamper away because of their curves, and scampering things with super glue...not good. I was anxious before I started, and it grew as I discovered my lack of dexterity. We managed to get most of them on after repositioning a few. THEN.... it happened... one slid (scampered, I tell you.) As I went for the save, made the save, I discovered that the fingernail was not attached to Sara's fingernail, but to my finger's flesh. STUCK FAST. My first reaction was a run to the sink, although I realized that this was in vain as this was superglue. Acetone, that's the only thing to take it off. We had nail polish remover with acetone, (not as strong as the straight stuff,) so I proceeded to soak it. I was stuck at around 4 and not freed until about 6:30. You have to let the nail completely dissolve, to get it off. My skin was so wrinkled up I really thought it would never be the same (it seems o.k. now, just a little wrinkly.) I found out that I'm not cut out to be a manicurist, not now, not ever. Should've gotten a pic of me with the nail on the wrong side of my finger to post here, Hmm...what would the caption be? To top it off, a few of the others have fallen off since the initial placement, leading to my daughter's realization that things don't always turn out the way you hoped they might. It was funny. But...
I really had to struggle in my heart with irritation at the situation when it was happening. We had plans for the evening that had to be laid aside-to go and worship (angry that you can't worship...doesn't sound too Godly, huh?) I was also irritated because I was afraid that my finger would sustain damage or that I'd have to go to the hospital to have it removed. Fear and anger over a situation that was passing, and even, funny. Wow, I need a Saviour. I think Sara even learned a small something. The roads were pretty bad tonight, and we were safe at home because of this. We also had a wonderful time sitting by the fire together, listening to the sweet sound of the guitar, as my son picked. God's plan is always good.
G'night
Jeremiah 29:
11 For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.
