There are times in life when the people you reached out to for help over the years, the ones you thought for sure could or would help you, were not the ones who ended up doing so. It can be a terrible and bewildering thing to experience, and I am sorry for the times–I can think of at least one now–when the Levite or the priest passing by has been me. I will take this as the Lord’s reminder to text and check in.

The younger boys had a field trip today. The teacher who arranges things is always kind of enough to put them together in the same traveling group. I’ve never asked her to do this, but whatever she sees apparently prompts her to give them choice of being with a brother or being with classmates. One is doing fine with school, but I do wish the less happy ones liked it more. They went to an engineering display.

We had our Friday coffee/tea at Hae’s. Afterward we went to a Treasure Hunt store. I had no idea this was a thing. People were lined up for twenty minutes before it opened. Inside were tables of what looked like junk, returned merchandise that people were filling their carts and bags with. He found a gaming headset and pickleball paddles. I remembered crazy places I’d taken my kids. If only I’d written it down.