The day started well. Delightfully, in fact. My dear friend, Kathy, and I went to Jeweler's Row in Philly, to shop for her long-hoped-for mother's ring. Her hubby gave her some spending $$ a few months back, and she knew this was the way to spend it. I thought it was neat the way she incorporated her original diamond into it. She chose to have it done at Barsky's, the oldest store there. We had a good time, talking on the way there (2 hour drive), talking while we window-shopped, talking when we had incredible pizza at Paul's on Sansom St., talking all the way back home. We had a lot to talk about.

The ring Kathy chose was really neat. At first glance, it'll look like an engagement ring, but upon closer inspection, one will see that down each side are tucked in little diamonds alternating with the four birthstones of her children, two on each side. I can't wait to see the finished ring! Here's a pic of Kathy window-shopping:

I myself bought a little something at Jeweler's Row: a little oval rhodalite garnet, for $10. I hope to have it set in an empty ring setting I have laying around. (Perhaps as a Christmas gift.) Having it set will cost more than the actual gem, they're so inexpensive. Still, I know I would've paid 3X that for one locally. I wanted to buy a big oval amethyst as well, just to roll around in my hand, but we ran out of time, and I really couldn't pursue it.

After we returned home, I had to pick up Noah from my MIL's, and then get Josh from his track meet. On the way to the track meet, a terrible thing happened: I ran over a squirrel. I've never done that before, and I was very saddened to do so today. I saw it darting about, but couldn't avoid it, and bump-bump, it was a goner. The dumb little thing. It was all zippy, as if it was panicking, "What do I do?! What do I do?! - smoosh..." After I landed in the school parking lot, I tried to explain to Noah what had happened. Then, I realized it was a teaching moment. I took him back to the scene of the crime, and had him look at the dead squirrel. Then we talked about what happens to little creatures (and boys) who run in the road without holding their mommy's hand. It was solemn, and then he said, "I can put it in my bed."

"No, Honey, that won't help it - it's dead."

"I can put it in my new submarine."

"That won't help him either."

And life went on, as life often does - for us. We went back to see if Josh had arrived at the school yet. He had. We relayed our story, and he thought it funny. I didn't.

Thanks for leaving the comment on my web journal entry. To answer your question, I understand premilliniel (sp?) to mean that we believe Jesus will return at the end of the tribulation to the earth, defeat the enemies of Israel, and set up an earthly kingdom for 1000 years where He is literally ruling from the throne in Jerusalem. That is the short version anyway.

Noah is so cute, he wanted to save it. I used to want to try to save injured animals when I was little too, and if I came across a dead one, it was hard at first to believe it was really dead.

Oh no!! Poor little squirrel. So sad. We live on a very busy street, so I see a lot of them up and down the road. I wish they were a little smarter and looked both ways. Your son seemed to take it well. First time my daughter saw a squirrel get hit, she had a breakdown.


Glad you had fun with your friend. Times like those are priceless.


xxx