Afternoon alone!

    My in-law’s just took M to Border’s books for some one on one time: DH is coaching Lego with B, the boring meeting where they have to put together their presentation about the library building, not play with gears and programming, and I’ve got an hour or so until everyone comes back for low fat mostly-vegan supper (DadDad had a heart attack a few years ago)
    Wow!  Such riches of time.  I’m gonna play classical music, and measure the kids toy collection so I know how many Trofast frames to order.  Maybe I’ll measure their clothes collections too.  Maybe I’ll listen to Ravi Zacharias on the internet – although I don’t know if I can hear a sermon well while playing with a tape measure or not.
    Dinner is salad, white bean soup with garlic and rosemary, and German puffed apple pancake for dessert – no egg yolks, no butter, no milk.  Maybe I’ll sneak in a little oil into the apples though, I don’t have any nonstick pans to brown them in.   
    Yesterday when DH had to work, MomMom and DadDad helped me take the boys to IKEA where I gathered the last of the information sheets I needed.  We had lunch there too – Dad had salmon plate, I had salmon salad, the boys had Swedish meatballs, and Mom had a wrap sandwich.  The coffee smelled so good I had two cups – I could barely sleep last night.  The boys were also very excited, both of them sought DH out for soothing late night conversation so they could sleep.
    I read B the last 5 chapters of "Bruchco" by Bruce Olsen last night, that’s an auto biography of a missionary to very rural Columbia, lots of exciting tropical diseases, bow and arrow wounds, paramillitary imprisonments, and movements of the Holy Spirit.  I couldn’t leave him hanging there – lots of dear people die in the end, and we had to finish the book, there just weren’t any good stopping places!  B noticed an add on the back page that there is a sequel now – guess I’d better internet it out, I don’t find missionary biographies in the Public library very easily.