The church has decided to update the electrical in this house, which was built in 1900. Today an electrician came by to check things out. It was a gift. I didn't have to explain why there was an alarm on Daughter's door, the only furniture was a mattress on her floor, and the room smelled of urine. I didn't have to apologize for the fact that the rest of her furniture was spread throughout the rest of the second floor.
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He saw the locked box on the kitchen counter and said they had one like that at one time. Then one of the kids took a screwdriver to the lock and destroyed it. He is the parent of adoptive children and at one time did therapeutic foster care (until their daughter accused them of abuse). He understood. He's living this life. We talked-- and part of our conversation was even about the electrical needs of the house.
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School was closed today because of fog, so Secretary's 4 foster sons were in the office with Daughter. It was a nice enough day that we sent them over to the park to play basketball. I shouldn't say this, but for Tuesday of Holy Week I think I'm in fairly decent shape. Maundy Thursday and Easter Sunrise bulletins are printed, and the main service Easter is ready to print. I've got a sermon outline outline for Thursday evening, and the liturgy is all done. Sunrise is pretty much set. This afternoon we have a meeting at the workshop about Daughter's return. She thinks she's ready to go back 5 days a week now. We'll see. She's been dry the last two nights.
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It's a relief to have things going more smoothly at the moment. I will enjoy it as long as it lasts.
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Isn't it amazing how many there are of us. And isn't it wonderful when you find a person who gets it?
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