The Tale of Two Boys

Today I was inspired to write a story, a children's story, about two boys and a chicken.

My youngest brother's best friend lives just around the corner and this morning he came over to play. To our surprise he brought a little friend with him- a baby chicken, probably less than a month old. We're not sure whether it's a girl or a boy, but the kids have taken to calling it "her" and named her "Chicky".

Chicky is becoming quite spoiled. :-)

She has quite the set of pipes and she uses them quite avidly when she wants to be picked up. The general consensus is that it's her first day with them and so they have to spoil her today. It's interesting how smart she is and how much she likes the boys. When she first came over to visit she was, as you would expect any lost chick to be, quite shy and timid. She has very much gotten comfortable with these rowdy and yet somehow gentle little boys.

"She loves being in my hands, I'm her mommy now!" Boys are so funny. :-)

I have to work tonight and I think I'm going to take my sketch pad, just in case there are some quiet moments and I have an inspiration to draw two boys and a baby chicken. :-) Or perhaps I'll just draw on the bus on the way to work this afternoon. It's a forty-five minute ride, so I should get in lots of sketches.

I wish I knew how to use watercolors... hm, maybe I'll try that sometime.

Well, I have some Hebrew letters to study...

Shalom,

Samia

I want to go Home

Turns out that the end is always just the beginning. *sigh*

I look back, and I see that I've come so very far, but then I look ahead and I can't even see the end of the road that I'm on. Sometimes I'm not sure if I'm excited or exasperated. Life could be shorter but then I'd miss out on the best parts.

This has been the longest week that I've had in a long time, if not ever. It's been the most difficult month, and It's been the busiest time, but I've had a blast!

My feet are sore, my back is tired, my joints are stiff, my eyes are heavy, my finger hurts, and I'm emotionally drained.

I survived a week of Mom-ness followed by my first week of school in two years, coinciding with a very large conference, consisting of very long hours of very hard work (in between homework and my job of course) and the only damage done was a bit of sunburn, an almost broken finger, sore feet, and the discovery that certain types of hanging ivy plants cause me to itch pretty much all over.

I think I'm a survivor... :-)

*sigh*

I'm so very thankful for Labor Day right now.

My room is trashed and I think I've got a whole load worth of laundry to do, but those grapes look really yummy, so I think the clothes will have to wait. :-)

Oh, by the way...

"Oh, Lord haste the day when my faith shall be sight, the clouds be rolled back as a scroll, the trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend. It is well, it is well with my soul!"

-Samia