Thanksgiving was nice. We had company from the trip to the Wigwam until last Saturday, and we all managed to get along. It used to be, I would dread something like that, but this year...We even had short-notice company a couple of times, and I didn't retreat to either the bedroom or the computer room. I guess I'm growing up!
Three of our kids were home; two were in Chattanooga, and the grandkids were with them. At Christmas, we anticipate all seven being here at once. I'm already working on baby-proofing the house!
I'm trying to think of ways to make the Christmas visit even more relaxing. I figure I'll plan a menu--I have a friend who does that--and try to stick to it, as well as a schedule. Some of my children still have no concept of the amount of time that is involved in something as simple as shopping or going to the gym, so I figure I'd better schedule that stuff ahead.
The bazaar will be over this Friday. Probably until then, I won't do anything in the blog line rather than read other folks' stuff, although I have a post in mind I might get to this week. This is the week of prayer for foreign missions in our denomination, and I heard a marvelous testimony on Friday that I've already shared a couple of times. Just wait, it's coming.
Love to all, and God bless.