We’ve been busy.
I’m 32 now, and the mysterious birthday box contained one of the few things I asked for, my own copy of Food For Fifty – a copy that isn’t falling apart and one that I can write in to my heart’s content.
We’ve hosted what felt like 17,000 people and prepared, served and cleaned up after enough meals to drive a person insane. I’ve missed Shaun and Wendy and so desperately can’t wait for Justin and Julia to get here. It’s been our prayer that people would come and use the camp grounds. I’m grateful for all of the groups that are finding out about this place, and that they’re coming. I love feeding them and folding their sheets (not cleaning their bathrooms or making their beds) but, oh, more full-time staff would be lovely.
We’ve been without the internet for a week and a half, mostly due to the fact that we live in the untamed regions of the world.
I’ve been reading lots. I’m trying to read all of the books that I’ve always heard about but don’t know anything about. I think that Gilmore Girls inspired that.
Every time I go to a second-hand bookstore, I search diligently for a copy of David Copperfield. One of these days…. one of these days…
We found evidence of a rat in our kitchen, put out d-con, and killed the thing. It chose to decompose under the cupboard under our kitchen sink. Which would have been absolutely fine if one of the pipes under the sink didn’t have a slow leak. D-Con doesn’t sufficiently dry out rat carcasses when water drips sporadically around it. One of these days, we’ll slow down enough to get to the right store at the right time, and my handy husband will replace the pipes. After that he’ll replace the cupboards and the countertops, and while he’s at it, he’s going to lower the window over the sink so I can see out of it without standing on my tiptoes. Or maybe he’ll just put in a bay window. He might as well, while he’s at it. I think we’ll be here awhile.
I’ve made at least 620 whoopie pies since the end of August. I’ve eaten too many of them, but I think I’m finally starting to become immune to their temptation. I discovered today (BILL!) that they bake more evenly in the convection oven, as long as the parchment paper is anchored down at the corners so it can’t blow around and deform them.
Our children seem to be normal. Mostly healthy. Mostly happy. Mostly getting along with each other and other people. Maybe I’ll put that in our Christmas letter this year. “We have 4 sweetly average kids.”
For some demented reason, I kept every paper that the boys brought home their first year at Riverside. Yesterday the day finally came for me to sort through them and save out the few treasures. I was missing my 5-year-old Wesley. He’s the only one of our kids to go off to Kindergarten, which means he’s the one who’s spent the least amount of time at home with us. Yeah, there’s a reason for that. He’s pretty much the highest maintenance Voth – with the maybe exception of me. No, with the definite exception of me.
I honestly think I could sit and rattle off on random topics for another hour or so. That’s the problem with not writing anymore. So… until next time…….. live life.