I bet it’s been three years since I was able to make jam.
I couldn’t very well live in the peach capital of the USA and not make peach jam now, could I?
It’s like sunshine in a jar.
It was NOT an easy path to this driver’s license.
Turning sixteen when the state was still shut down was no picnic.
My friend Jennifer saw a news story on TV indicating there would be SOME in person DMV hours opening up in July 2020. We had to go to Greece. The mall was dead. We were masked. Had to stand in line outside the DMV bc of all the restrictions. She DID get her permit that day… and then we spent the next hunk of time playing rotating vehicles as even JOHN had to get driven to/from work that whole summer (the boys were working full-time further away).
Then we moved states. New permit was easy enough, and only cost us a whopping $2.50. (We aren’t in NY anymore.) But then it was STILL more car sharing. There was rarely a vehicle available for her to use.
Fast forward to 2022.
She didn’t pass her road test. She was driving a car she rarely drives and the dude testing her told her she had to wear a mask and drive with the windows open. She was flustered and he was a little much.
Sweet, wise girl… she suggested she take a lesson.
I found a place online – a driving school run by two retired South Carolina State Troopers. We went out to meet him and he determined she was definitely ready to pass the test. WE FOUND OUT that in SC, driving schools are authorized to test you! You just take the papers to the DMV! They technically CAN retest you for quality control. But they didn’t. And the long road was over. License in hand – here she comes, Bob Jones!
Early… VERY early… on Sunday the 18th, Nigel left with the team for their week in Honduras.
Late… VERY late… on Sunday the 25th, Nigel returned from his trip.
I don’t get much for photos, but he had an incredible trip. They built a Sunday School classroom next door to the church that the group had helped build a few years ago. They also made desks for a school that meets the needs of special needs students.
God is good. All the time.
It was a busy week.
Marie was patient waiting for her birthday celebration.
She requested, and received, Oreo cheesecake.
Her gifts from mom and dad included three packages. Each one had a small construction paper cut out of an article of clothing. I will take her shopping and she can find a few outfits for college. BJU has a dress code, and it will be fun doing our first ever “Back to School” shopping.
Last summer, shortly after we moved to SC, Nan joined us. She’d sold her house, packed all her things, and struck out to a new adventure.
Meanwhile, the market just turned upside down. It proved exceedingly difficult to find a house for her needs and budget in our area. She found an apartment, but it was never quite home. What is more, while the driving in our little corner of the world isn’t too bad, the traffic can get pretty crazy if you venture in other directions. She made some sweet friends at church, but there were only a smattering of things to keep her busy, and the kids had so much going on, it was hard to hang out some of the time.
And in May, after losing out on yet another purchase offer, Nan made the decision to head back to NY. She went up in June and was able to buy a townhouse in Webster.
And today, we packed up the cubes. John, Marie, Tab, Nan, and I filled the two pods in just a few hours. They will be picked up in a few days and make their trek north. Nan will fly up on Tuesday and hang with Kelly until she closes on her place and her items arrive. John will drive her car up on the weekend.
Johanna continued to work through her Creed AHG Bible Study and the acts of service the girls decided on. One of the planned outings was to visit a Memory Care unit with crafts to complete with the residents. Johanna, Claire, and Beretta have been graciously included Katriel, as well.
It was the first up-close look at dementia for my girls. I saw their soft hearts made softer. I hope that sticks. (We were allowed to take photos.) We plan to go back in the fall to play BINGO.