Forty-something brain fuzz

#1 · May 7, 2004, 9:14 am

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Posted by: homenews <homenews@...>
Hello again Hope Chest readers,

The "something" in forty-something is only eight months, but I'm over the hill and going down fast... I put in an extra "ful" in the link for Faithful Bookshop yesterday. Two of you readers (so far) have alerted me to this. Thanks! The correct link is: www.faithfulbookshop.com (You know, I almost sent this back out with the wrong link again!)

I also managed to attribute this quote to my seven year old son: a little Hot Wheels care that you vroom on the floor. Just so you know, he knows how to spell, but I don't know how to type. Being a warm and fuzzy sort of writer, I type the word "care" much more often than "car", hence my fingers were just filling in the usual sequence of keystrokes.

Speaking of brain fuzz, the kids and I were driving to our friend Debbie's house yesterday when we reached Oxford Road, which Joanna calls Memory Lane. No, it's not nostalgia. This is the stretch of road about a half mile from our house where we sometimes manage to remember what we forgot to bring with us, and it's too late to go back unless it's really important (like one of the kids, or a diaper bag...). Yesterday it was the fruit punch, and we did not go back. My short-term memory is so bad that I have to program my cell phone's calendar function to beep at me when it's time to go pick up one of the girls from a class at church or to go to a doctor's appointment. Still, I'm often running so late that they call me just to make sure I've left the house already!

Debbie and I spent at least a few minutes bemoaning our declining eyesight. She's got bifocals, while I have only moved up to 1.0 strength reading glasses from Target. Ack, they give me more of a "matronly mama" image, but a girl's got to read! I do have a favorite reading chair in my bedroom. I was out walking a couple of weeks ago when I noticed this lovely La-Z-Boy recliner sitting at the curb with a "FREE" sign on it. It had no obvious signs of wear, so I ran (no, not literally, since I have bad knees, too) home and got the van and a couple of strong family members (a.k.a. Thad and Julia) to lift it for me.

So now I've got this recliner, my handy glasses, and a great pile of books to review. A box came in from Multnomah Press yesterday with four or five books by Eric and Leslie Ludy. Good stuff! That's not the full review; there's much more to come later in an upcoming Hope Chest mega-issue on purity, modesty and preparation for the future. Please pray for me to think clearly as I assemble this issue, which probably won't be done for quite a while. There is so much I could say from so many different angles, but I really just want to communicate the message that our Gracious God wants each of you to hear. As a mom of three terrific (and beautiful!) teen age daughters, this is close to my heart. See, I can be serious, too.

Well, it's time to start our school day, so until next time I remain...

In His Sovereign Grace,

Virginia Knowles

www.thehopechest.net
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Posted by: homenews <homenews@...>

Hello again Hope Chest readers,

The "something" in forty-something is only eight months, but I'm over the hill and going down fast... I put in an extra "ful" in the link for Faithful Bookshop yesterday. Two of you readers (so far) have alerted me to this. Thanks! The correct link is: http://www.faithfulbookshop.com (You know, I almost sent this back out with the wrong link again!)

I also managed to attribute this quote to my seven year old son: a little Hot Wheels care that you vroom on the floor. Just so you know, he knows how to spell, but I don't know how to type. Being a warm and fuzzy sort of writer, I type the word "care" much more often than "car", hence my fingers were just filling in the usual sequence of keystrokes.

Speaking of brain fuzz, the kids and I were driving to our friend Debbie's house yesterday when we reached Oxford Road, which Joanna calls Memory Lane. No, it's not nostalgia. This is the stretch of road about a half mile from our house where we sometimes manage to remember what we forgot to bring with us, and it's too late to go back unless it's really important (like one of the kids, or a diaper bag...). Yesterday it was the fruit punch, and we did not go back. My short-term memory is so bad that I have to program my cell phone's calendar function to beep at me when it's time to go pick up one of the girls from a class at church or to go to a doctor's appointment. Still, I'm often running so late that they call me just to make sure I've left the house already!

Debbie and I spent at least a few minutes bemoaning our declining eyesight. She's got bifocals, while I have only moved up to 1.0 strength reading glasses from Target. Ack, they give me more of a "matronly mama" image, but a girl's got to read! I do have a favorite reading chair in my bedroom. I was out walking a couple of weeks ago when I noticed this lovely La-Z-Boy recliner sitting at the curb with a "FREE" sign on it. It had no obvious signs of wear, so I ran (no, not literally, since I have bad knees, too) home and got the van and a couple of strong family members (a.k.a. Thad and Julia) to lift it for me.

So now I've got this recliner, my handy glasses, and a great pile of books to review. A box came in from Multnomah Press yesterday with four or five books by Eric and Leslie Ludy. Good stuff! That's not the full review; there's much more to come later in an upcoming Hope Chest mega-issue on purity, modesty and preparation for the future. Please pray for me to think clearly as I assemble this issue, which probably won't be done for quite a while. There is so much I could say from so many different angles, but I really just want to communicate the message that our Gracious God wants each of you to hear. As a mom of three terrific (and beautiful!) teen age daughters, this is close to my heart. See, I can be serious, too.

Well, it's time to start our school day, so until next time I remain...

In His Sovereign Grace,

Virginia Knowles

http://www.thehopechest.net

  --  To unsubscribe, send ANY message to: [email protected]