It’s good to be home and back in the swing of things. Dad and the boys have been busy with camp work. There was a pancake breakfast over the weekend which had a good turnout. The before we left there was a pretty strong wind storm which blew over one of the entryway pine trees. It’s hard to believe it’s actually gone but from a distance at least you can’t tell that much difference. Many people mentioned it at the breakfast.

There was a group here for a work day that cut it all up for firewood. The boys stayed overnight with Grandma with Dad drove Ethan back to school. She ordered Zorro a new cage since he’s pretty much outgrown the other one he’s been using. It’s more like an octagon shaped playpen. So he drove out and back again then picked up the boys in the morning the next day. Laura is waiting on a delivery for the save-the-date cards.

Tonight I went into Contact and sat with Alexis in the side room. Something happened earlier in the week that had her really shook up and to be honest bothered me too. She gave me a lot to think about as it sounds now as if she’s going to finish there early. Contact is a ministry and that is what originally drew me to it. I am grateful for the work I’ve been able to do there, but I’m thinking it might be time to no longer put time there.