Paralyzed From the Brain Down - April 3, 2020

To say the past weeks have been weird is an understatement. I have been trying to work from home, but it's difficult. What's worse is that I'm home more, but am completely unable to paint! I'm paralyzed and I can't figure out what's wrong. My husband says all psychological problems are inherently fixable if you can articulate what the problem is. So when I can't articulate it, I feel worse, like it's only ME standing in the way of feeling better. If only I were smarter.
One fun thing is that my siblings and I are all talking more online. Yesterday we had the best conversation because one never-available-when-we-group-call sibling actually took part! Unfortunately, they also got mad when I took a (lot) screenshots. I touched up one of the screenshots to show how they should really feel about me. 

I'm thinking of downloading some filters for my next meeting at work and looking like the potato lady I can't stop laughing at this picture. 

And laugh…

Acorns and Oak Trees

I play piano for the little kids' Sunday School at church. That means I also get to see Kenneth during Sharing Time (when the little kids are all in one room for singing time and a shared lesson). He sits in his class of other 6-7 year-olds with a teacher who doesn't quite know what to do with him. I peeked over the piano yesterday because I could hear Kenneth talking out loud instead of listening to the lesson. I heard "fold my book." To my consternation (a very familiar feeling when it comes to Kenneth), I saw him folding his Book of Mormon. My eyes bugged out in a very un-churchy way and I got his teacher's attention, motioning to have him send the kid over to me.

Kenneth comes over, very excited to show me that he's folding his Book of Mormon. After assuring him that I was proud of his artistic endeavors, I gave him a quick lesson on appropriate materials for folding. "We don't fold books we want to read or use." And we don't vandalize the scriptures in church and blame it on your Mom who also folds books.

When we got home that afternoon, Brian and I were on the couch doing couchy things when I get a tap on my arm. A little boy was standing next to me with a Reader's Digest book. He'd been folding it in the art room. All by himself. For about a half an hour. Solid.

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