I finally finished the second book in the
Time Quartet series by Madeline L’Engle.
The one called A Wind in the Door.
They are books originally written for teenagers as I understand it. The adventures center around one family and
its highly unusual children. I read the
first one a while back, and I might not have continued. Not that I didn’t like it. It was quite good, actually. I just have to prioritize my time wisely, and
reading books has become an activity best accomplished on long trips in the car
… for those precious moments, few and far between as they may be, when I am awake
and not needed as a navigator. So, what
was the grand appeal of this particular installment? By far it was the depiction of a
cherubim. I know, “cherubim” is a plural
word, but somehow the character was kind of plural. But it was presented in all of its biblical
glory, with hundreds of eyes and wings and with great power. Interesting that it interacted with humans,
though. Can’t say much more without
issuing a spoiler alert for the purists out there. Read the book.
Nathan picked up a second job building
fences yesterday. And Chris decided to
go to Wednesday Club (She won the door prize, too. Some kind of candle). April was still asleep, trying to recuperate
from six straight nights of working in the emergency room. So that left good old DadDad to pick up
Cailyn from school. After a brief stint
on the playground where we read one of her new Book Fair books and did some
serious swinging, I even managed to prepare her an after-school snack. Some time ago Chris introduced her to one of
her own all-time favorites, apple slices with peanut butter swabbed all over
them. Actually, her Mom and Dad may have
already done the introductions, but Cailyn liked it, too. Not so much me. Peanut butter was made to be spread on a
piece of bread opposite to its counterpart slice liberally swabbed with
jelly. Anything else is less than
appetizing as far as I am concerned. And
no, I don’t care for Reese’s peanut butter cups, either. Or even peanut butter cookies. Just another of my inherent weirdnesses. But I managed to get the apples sliced and a
few of them swabbed before I was informed that I was doing it wrong. That left me at a loss. How could I do it wrong? A hunk of apple and some peanut butter. Where is the art in this? But to her credit, Cailyn patiently explained
my shortcomings to me. It seems that
when you make peanut butter apples, you have to peel the apple or it doesn’t taste
the same. Does to me. The tiniest amount of peanut butter still
ruins the perfectly good flavor of the apple.
Chris arrived soon after snack time, and the
two of them once again became thick as thieves.
They even took a walk around the block.
And just before Nathan arrived to pick her up, she sat on Chris’ lap and
scanned through her phone, occasionally playing and singing along with the
songs she found. As luck would have it,
just as Nathan walked through the door, she found and began singing along with
perhaps the greatest musical selection to arise in the second half of the last
century. What was this grand interlude
that greeted him as he walked through the door?
None other than “I’m a Nut.” Ah,
great times.
Ephesians
5:19-20 says, “Speak to one
another with psalms, hymns and spiritual songs. Sing and make music in your
heart to the Lord, always giving thanks to God the Father for everything, in
the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.”
Father, thank you for the opportunity we
have had to be a small part of the lives of our grandkids. Sure is a fun job. Amen.
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