The other day I asked Wayne if he would take on a project for me.   (I needed him to wind some yarn for me–he’s always so helpful at doing this.)   Wayne  was a bit distracted playing his computer game, but he said he would do the good deed.  He took it from me and set it aside.  When I returned at the end of the day, the yarn was still not wound, but the sweater I had been working on the last day or so was totally unraveled and off the needles!*#@!  Four to five inches of circular knitting was gone, wound up into a beautiful skein of yarn.  I was beyond speechless.

There is a lesson in this, and I have learned it well.  Do not discuss honey-do’s with honey when honey is on the computer.   Believe it or not, Wayne and I are still speaking to each other!

My thirteen-year-old granddaughter, Jazmine, volunteered with our church to minister to the homeless in Portland, Oregon.  She arrived at the church with three suitcases–one entire suitcase contained her hair products and make-up.  The church limited her to two suitcases and it was horrible for her to have  to choose which two.  The next thing I heard sent shivers down my spine:  Jazmine had to relinquish her cell phone.   They might as well have ripped off her right arm!  Then yesterday, in an effort to teach her what it means to be homeless, the Portland church sent Jazmine and her fellow helpers onto the streets with one change of clothes, a single dollar bill, a pillow, and a sleeping bag.  Last night Jazmine phoned her mother and said, “Mom, oh, Mom, you won’t believe this.  I ate lunch in a soup kitchen.”  I think my sweet baby girl is learning far more than she ever anticipated.