I am horribly monolingual.
Bob and I spent six years living in married student housing at Indiana University/Bloomington while he was working on his degree, with three little girls in tow, and thus we were surrounded by many cultures. My dad used to say we lived in a mini-UN. Our eldest had a map of the globe on her wall, and since our kids attended the university elementary school, we realized that she knew children from every continent save one (Antartica—does anyone actually live there? BRRRrrrr!) Continue reading “Not just the click of a button”
Bob keeps turning the lights off. I can always tell if he’s been through a room after me when I walk back in and the room is now dark. He’s even turned off the light with me still in the room, (conditioned response—“oops, sorry, honey!”)
Ostensibly, this is to save power, which means to save money, and my husband definitely loves to save money. Not that he’s not generous, some might say to a fault, but when it comes to getting the monthly bills, yeah, our house is pretty dark. One of our girls bought him this gift one year: Continue reading “Who turned off the light?”
Fools have no interest in understanding;
they only want to air their own opinions.
Proverbs 18:2 Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.