Tuesday, March 29, 2011
A wok on stove on Sunday
Sunday afternoon 2 pm. Kitchen. While standing in front of the stove, I felt a warmness radiating from the stove top. "Strange! I'm not cooking anything." Alas!! I forgot to turn off the stove Sunday morning after cooking Chinese style pancake. Although it was on the lowest setting, the flame had been on (with the empty wok on it) for over 5 hours. Alarmed, I turned off the stove and checked on the wok. It was neither melted or charred, although the residual oil was turned into some very sticky stuff. It could have been much worse...
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
A big lizard
Yesterday afternoon, I saw this big lizard, lying idle on the concrete in front of our office exit door. It's the biggest lizard I've ever seen. At least one and half feet long. If I was not in a hurry on my way to pick up children from school, I might have caught it and taken it home. Daniel would definitely love it. Anyways, I snapped this picture.
Hailstorm, hailstorm!
Time, between 5:45pm to 6 pm. I was preparing dinner in the kitchen. Daniel and James were watching "Man vs. Wild" on TV. I thought that I heard thunder. "Daniel, pause Roku, I heard thunder." We were all silent for a few seconds. Didn't hear anything. Kids went back to Roku. I went back to the stove.
Then rain came down. Noise. Loud noise. Louder and louder. "Hail!! Daniel, come look!" Within seconds, the table in our backyard and backyard ground were covered with white hail stones. Hail stones kept pouring down. Children got excited. Me too. Daniel, being Daniel, eager to go out. I approved. Got him a hat and daddy's shoes. Off he went to backyard. Oh boy, was he having fun! Picking up hail stones, shoveling hail stones, and running in hail showers. James, being James, stayed inside, and yelled "Daniel, come back!"
I don't know how long the hailstorm lasted. 5 minutes? 7 minutes? Daniel finally came back, with a container full of hail stones. "Mom, put it in the freezer!" I sample the hailstones and put it in the freezer.
6:15 pm. Guibo went home. With excitement, the boys told daddy about the thunder and the hailstorm. While Guibo wast out in side yard cleaning the gutter, Daniel and James went out playing with the hailstones on the ground. There was quite an accumulation.
Then rain came down. Noise. Loud noise. Louder and louder. "Hail!! Daniel, come look!" Within seconds, the table in our backyard and backyard ground were covered with white hail stones. Hail stones kept pouring down. Children got excited. Me too. Daniel, being Daniel, eager to go out. I approved. Got him a hat and daddy's shoes. Off he went to backyard. Oh boy, was he having fun! Picking up hail stones, shoveling hail stones, and running in hail showers. James, being James, stayed inside, and yelled "Daniel, come back!"
I don't know how long the hailstorm lasted. 5 minutes? 7 minutes? Daniel finally came back, with a container full of hail stones. "Mom, put it in the freezer!" I sample the hailstones and put it in the freezer.
6:15 pm. Guibo went home. With excitement, the boys told daddy about the thunder and the hailstorm. While Guibo wast out in side yard cleaning the gutter, Daniel and James went out playing with the hailstones on the ground. There was quite an accumulation.
8:10 pm. Bible reading time. I selected several passages containing hailstorm or hail stones to read. Oh, the power of our all mighty God! How awesome!
Monday, March 14, 2011
Journaling starts
Created my blog account tonight.
Count the blessings, count the gifts:
Daniel was very attentive at his homework and piano practice today. (I cannot take credit for that. What happened?)
Quiet time after dinner: kids reading on the sofa, mom scrubbing the floor in the kitchen, dad working in the office.
The roof over our heads.
The food on the table and in the frig.
Soft hair of James.
Goodnight kisses form my boys.
Count the blessings, count the gifts:
Daniel was very attentive at his homework and piano practice today. (I cannot take credit for that. What happened?)
Quiet time after dinner: kids reading on the sofa, mom scrubbing the floor in the kitchen, dad working in the office.
The roof over our heads.
The food on the table and in the frig.
Soft hair of James.
Goodnight kisses form my boys.
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