A Kitchen Table ramble

 I sit here at my kitchen table, listening to a podcast called "The Bible in a year". I am on day 13 there. While I have some sort of an idea of what I'm hearing....I sure wish the Bible was in a language I can easily understand. I mean, why cant it just say " hey man, you didn't follow my rules, so now your gonna get it" ? The same way most parents speak to their children. Now that, I would have no problem understanding. While I do my best to listen, I am thinking of my kitchen table. Its large, sits 10 people. This table has seen so much. Most of my life is spent here in this kitchen, based around this table. If this table could talk it would have enough stories to fill a book twice the size of the Bible. There's a good book idea....the life of the kitchen table. Our large group of friends that we have developed over the years of living here.....we all sit at this table. Even though I have many couches and chairs....I mean seriously, a lot of them in my house....but yet, we always sit at this table. We work at this table, we do school work at this table, we eat and drink obviously too. My most perfect little dog Frank sits on this table as I type this, sleeping in a ball just waiting for me to make a move. I am Frank's service human.....he can not function in life without me. I don't mind...he's my baby since I cant have anymore.

          We've been quarantined for what feels like a year, but in reality its been like 10 days. Something you should know about  me....... I'm a huge fan of quarantine. Please Lord...make me stay home. Make me stay away from all other humans. I'm game!  2020 was my year. While I love all our friends...I love my peace and quiet at home more. I laugh as I say that....peace and quiet....yea right. Did you read my intro? There is never peace or quiet here. Just today...The boys finally get to go to school. see ya! Mckenna is still homeschool because in the minds of our town school board only high schoolers get covid...so if your k-8 your safe. 

                9am, the internet crashes. The sky may as well of opened up and zombies fall from a dark hole in the sky....seriously, no one can function without the internet apparently. The little old lady that lives with us, to whom we refer to as "G"...who is 90yrs old and can not hear, remember much, and basically hates us all about 50% of the time.....was trying to " work"....she does not understand what internet is, or why her stuff isn't working now because the internet isn't working. Life crumbles....cuss words in some other language than English are flying left and right. The teenager is making these really weird noises to express how inconvenienced she is by this. Meanwhile I am trying to explain to "Matt" who sounds awful Indian to me, that the modem is flashing one yellow light and one green. If I haven't lost my religion at this point....its a miracle. They dispatch a tech. I tell G someone will be out to fix it. 30 minutes later I come downstairs to the kitchen table to find a note....." ALEX...MY COMPUTER ISNT WORKING...I CANT WORK....WHY?" yes, its all in caps, and underlined twice. She also signs her name, as if I wouldn't know who its from.

    Its now 11am. Animals are taken care of, internet is still down, sorta. I have to go to work and drop the youngest off at the bus. All this happens without to much drama. I stop at work, swap out folders and papers for new clients folders and papers. Try not to touch anything or talk to anyone, or basically breath. I did it....time to go home and get stuff done before the boys get home.... I walk in the house and take a guess what I find on the kitchen table......a note. " ALEX, MY COMPUTER STILL ISNT WORKING......I CANT WORK......WHY?" 

    The only thing I can say, is I'm banking on the hope that the Lord has a sense of humor, because if not....I may be screwed.   At least I have my table, which was cleaned off a few hours ago and now is full of reminders that I actually do have work to do..... :)