A Haines Home Companion: A Few Days Home
Today I’m at the beach, which I know is ridiculous. I bit off more than I could chew. My rambling ways have worn me out, and I’m fresh out of babysitter money. This run of travels has shown me how privileged I am, and it makes me question. There’s blessing in it, but also there’s a great deal of challenge – that if I don’t go home and concern myself with the dirt in my own backyard, I’ll lose perspective, an actual grip on reality. In the past two weeks, there’s been a conjuring of palpable hope, and now I’m ready to scrub a toilet or plant a tree or something. I’m excited for my field time.
I was home all of 5 days, and I have to record some of it here. It is all totally random, and the photo quality is poor. No one ever accused me of being a photographer.
Here’s a photo of Ian on the dresser, where he told me he needed to give me a talk. He made me sit in the floor and listen to a sermon that mostly comprised of house rules. I laughed at our hilarious natures.
At Target, Titus saw a turkey hat, fell in love, and so suckered me into buying it. He sleeps wearing it.
The Haines family is becoming a bicycle family, and it makes me feel like a girl, which gives me joy. Joy has much to do with abandon.
In our neighborhood, I can take the boys one-on-one around the block. There is metaphor in the blur.
We’re settled enough now in our new house to sit at the table together. There’s something like an anchor about it, the discipline to sit still, the conversation. Everything spills at our house, too – the words and the chocolate milk. I’m convinced that I will never be out of bootcamp. Notice the lightbulb out.
Also notice that I have metal chairs, just in case I ever need to take one out to the water hose.
Here’s another boy standing up to give a talk.
This is just Lucy wearing a birthday hat. (Also my babysitter, Abigail, who is the awesome.)
Now on to the truly important things. If you don’t know about Stitch Fix yet, let me tell you. You answer some questions and somebody magically picks out clothes that you love. You also get an envelope to return the ones you don’t want for free. You don’t pay for anything you don’t want to keep. I have loved everything they’ve mailed me, even the jeans. See a few of the shirts below.
Other enjoyable things:
She is Beautiful by Lore Ferguson
In the Stillness by Karen Yates
In Which You Gather at the Homemade Alter by Sarah Bessey
Bob’s Stage Four Cancer Sale by Seth Haines, who is legit and also my husband