Another Saturday

I'm not sure where the week went, but here it is Saturday again. Hubby is at work until noon, the Imp is facilitating a weekend retreat, so here I am pushing laundry through and trying to figure out what I did last week, since my 'to do' list seems longer than ever.
Last night I got to go see David Haas at our church. The Singer thinks he's the best thing since sliced bread. She got to spend a week with him each summer at Music Ministry Alive for 3 years. He is a renowned Christian worship music composer, and while he is Catholic, his songs are in many Christian hymnals. The evening was relaxing for the mind and body, yet rejuvenating for the soul. I was really tired before the concert and debated about staying home. I'm so glad I didn't.
My history class is going well. The kids are just neat. I wish class was more than once a week, but am enjoying what I have.
I hate evening meetings. The Imp doesn't get home until 6:30 or 7:00 each night, if I have a meeting, it starts at 6:30 or 7:00. Which translates into non-family dinners. Yuk. I feel the difference in the air after a week of missed dinners. Now the Imp's gone for the weekend. I feel like I never see her. Thank goodness for Wednesdays when I pick her up from school and take her to voice lessons. Hubby is at the church on Wednesday nights, so it's still not family time, but at least I can catch up with the Imp. I can't believe that in 2 1/2 years, I'll be an empty-nester.
When I first got married, I figured I'd be raising children for years and years. Hubby and I wanted to have 4-6 children. (Having come from families of 8 and 10 kids it seemed like a very moderate amount.) Obviously, God had different plans for us and while pregnancy wasn't easily achieved, I'm grateful that I did not suffer any miscarriages. But I just didn't see myself being 49 and having no children at home. I mean, 49 is pretty young, relatively speaking. So I've been thinking/praying about what I'm to do then. The public school classroom has so many political aspects to it now. I'm not sure I'm up for that. But I LOVE teaching. I know it is literally 'in my blood'. So some form of teaching is in my future. Not being a patient person and a die-hard planner, leaving things open-ended isn't fun.
This past week, a good friend of Hubby's had a stroke. She's a woman who lived in his neighborhood. Hubby and his friends used to go to her house. She'd feed them good 'guy' food...Twinkies, Ho Hos, Coke...and be a cross between a much older sister/surrogate mother/mentor to them. It's been a tough week. She was in a drug-induced coma for a few days, continued to have brain swelling and had to have surgery to remove part of her skull, but was moving her legs and one arm as of Thursday night. And, it appeared she smiled when someone mentioned chocolate. I told Hubby, that would be the thing to get me out of a coma. But I told him, I'd want more then to hear about it! We haven't heard anything yesterday or today and are praying that is good news. We know that the best case senario will still entail incredible amount of recovery.
Our electric bill for the bitter 10 days we had [well, to us Floridians, 10 days of below freezing temps IS bitter-cold...we don't do well with single digit temps...it's why we live in Florida] came today. It's not as bad as I thought it might be...still much larger than normal, but it kept us warm, so I'm not complaining.
I should already have seeds started for my spring garden, but don't. I'm trying to figure out the whole crop rotation thing. And with 2-3 growing seasons, it's hard and I'm thinking if I use enough compost, maybe it won't matter so much. My onions and garlic are looking good. I can't wait to eat them...maybe March.