my sensitive one

 since frank comments are on the brain, i will share a few more stories from yesterday.

on our way to VBS, we were stuck in a colossal traffic mess on the freeway near our house.  3 lanes blocked by police and cones from a major accident that had occured at 5:00 am, according to the radio - as i was sitting in the traffic (when will i ever learn to listen to traffic before we leave the house?)
as we passed the sight of the accident, we saw a destroyed sedan that had been crushed on all sides and burned down to the frame.  I said without thinking, "wow.  i don't think the people made it from that car." (i am an idiot. I sometimes forget my oh so observant listener in the back seat.) 

Frank got quiet and started sucking the thumb and looking down, and not knowing what else to do, I suggested praying for the people from the accident and the police and doctors and families involved.  We did, and then he hardly spoke the rest of the way to VBS because as he said, "i am just sorry for those people in that accident."  if you know frank, for him to be silent in the car means that he is really thinking hard.

and then he said with a bit of hope, "i hope that all the people who drive by will pray for them."  and i said,
"wow.  that would be awesome, i wish so, too."

*****

on a lighter note:

we have blue toilet water.  when i first placed the 2000 flushes in the tank, the water changed colors each day due to, what i can only assume, is the large amount of rust and yuck from our very old pipes.  some days the water would be green, or gray, or gray-violet, or sometimes, it was just red.  which was troublesome on so many levels.  more than one person silently believed i was having my period and had forgotten to flush.  i got to a point where i would  explain our toilet to anyone heading towards the restroom, for fear that they think that i was just foul. 

after our trip to arkansas, however, the toilet has remained a lovely color of clear water blue. 
it is so pretty, in fact, that it must be much too fascinating for a four year old boy.

as i was putting frank to bed last night, he said in the sweetest most concerned voice, "is the blue toilet water poisonous?"
I said, "well, i don't know, it has bleach in it, so i suppose it must be somewhat poisonous.  why? did you drink it?"
his whole face dropped in fear as he explained, "I put my hand in it."
"well, did you wash your hand afterwards?"
"No..."
"is it the same hand of the thumb you were sucking?"
"Yes!"
"would you like to wash your hand now?"
"YES!"
he ran to the restroom, scrubbed his hands for the longest time, and then ran into my arms sobbing because he knew that he was poisoned.  i asked if he had put his thumb in the water, and then he said, "no, just my finger."
"did you put that finger in your mouth?"
"no."
"then you are going to be just fine, bud."

i am grateful for his sensitive spirit, and that he tells me things.  i hope he always does. 

*****

last night, jane sat by side while we worked on spiffing up the site.  do you like it?  would you rather see gray sides?  i will show you that tomorrow.  i am still debating on the colors and wishing the post titles could be red without the side bar letters being red.  that would be too much red, and i am not that flashy.
it is such a love/hate relationship with blogspot.  but it is all love for my friend jane, who is my buddy who hangs out with me, and is able to explain all things technical to me.  she is pretty cool.

i have said it before, but i would have been lost all these months without my friends.  i have not had a day without a playdate, a dinner date, or an opportunity to just be with other people.  I feel so very blessed, thank you all....and for the record, i am now beginning to have anxiety.  If only you were jerks, it wouldn't be so hard to move.