Last year, the average spent on Valentine's Day was $122. This year, $102. My guess is that, despite recession, folks love each other just as much. And I must not be a romantic...if my Valentine ever spent that much on me in February, I would secretly cringe. Except if it was for a vacuum cleaner. Yeah, see, I'm really NOT a romantic, am I?
This is the 4th Annual Evolution Weekend. Just thought you should know. I, of course, believe in Intelligent Design instead, observing that the only evidence against it is evolutionists.
It was a fun week of preparing for the arrival of the Slaughters. A score or more of people from our extended family, church and homeschool support group participated in stocking their pantry, fridge, freezer, bathrooms, and deck with all kinds of things to keep the family fed and comfortable as they move in. Nearly 50 people showed up between 1 and 5 today to help them move in, and now all furniture is in place, boxes unpacked, pictures hung, dishes put away. Amazing. And now, of course, the real fun starts :-)
Well, we've now mortgaged not only our grandchildren but our great-great grandchildren. By the way, you might have noticed that part of the Mortgage Our Future bill was a cap on executive pay for the leadership of failed companies. I'm flippin' through here, and I don't see that that applies to Congress. I don't understand.
Last week I finished The Count of Monte Cristo. I don't know when I've enjoyed the plot of a novel as much as I did this one. Wow. Put it on your list. I've now embarked on Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment. I'm also making my way through three or four cookbooks, my weakness...
In case you were wondering, my Valentine gave me Ghirardelli. Yeah, he's good that way.
Do see The Secret Life of Bees. And if you can still catch it on TNT, don't miss Gifted Hands. Both of them are worth your time.
From this morning's worship service, my all-time favorite hymn:
The shadow of a mighty Rock Within a weary land;
A home within the wilderness, A rest upon the way,
From the burning of the noontide heat, And the burden of the day.
~~Beneath the Cross of Jesus, Lyrics by Elizabeth C. Clephane, 1830–1869