merry christmas to all

Like a little kid, I woke up at 5AM this morning.  Not because I was expecting Santa, or anybody else for that matter.  It's just me and Rosie.  Heavy rain and the urge to pee got me out of bed and I decided to stay up because, well.  Why not?  I have celebrated all weekend with friends and family so today will be solitary.  Church yesterday was absolutely amazing featuring a "Christmas Special" of various congregational talents and singalongs prior to the service.  It was a first and will be our new tradition because it was soooo much fun.  

LP and Lizzie plus the two foster dogs came on Saturday and we had a full day of playing outside and opening presents.  The weather was so nice that she even got to ride her Barbie bike!  And pick up pecans. And run like the wind all over the yard!  Gobo and Ava were in doggie heaven running around leash free in wide open spaces.  They have a very special story which some of you may have heard but I'll tell it again because they need a home.  Lauren found them in the middle of HWY 412 a couple of weeks ago when she was delivering food.  She took them home and immediately began to contact rescue folks to try to find them a suitable home.  Both are large dogs and she lives in a duplex.  As the story unfolded, she found out the details.  Their mother was murdered by her estranged husband and they more than likely witnessed that atrocity.  We can only assume that as he was trying to get rid of the body, the dogs were dumped on the highway right inside Madison county.  The owner's body was later found in the car outside her house and the husband was in the house just chilling waiting to get caught.  Following a welfare check, her body was found and he was arrested for homicide.  The rescue agencies involved have decided that they should be adopted as a pair because they are very bonded and traumatized so this will be a difficult adoption.  They need to be on a farm or fenced in yard somewhere that they can run.  I cannot afford two dogs.  So, we are praying that someone with proper facilities will adopt them both so that they can live together.  Ava is a large black lab and Gobo is a border collie mix with steel blue eyes.  If you know anybody who can handle this, let me know.  They need a furever home.  

My Christmas breakfast will be the traditional Huddle House meeting with Bubba.  You wouldn't believe how many folks go there because it's the only place in town!  And by golly, it's very merry.  Here's to peace, joy and love for all the world.  Jesus was born as a gift to us so that we could be forgiven for being imperfect sinners.  That, my friends, is the reason for the season^j^

not today devil

I firmly believe that a great big god loves all of us, warts and everything.  Christmas is coming and the geese are gettin' fat!  It looks to be a rainy morning meeting at the Huddle House.  830 sharp. I have missed my church family this past two weeks and will be there for this Sunday, lord willing.  Maybe the creek won't rise.  I can tell that my vision will need to be improved when a new year starts because I ALWAYS  lost the distance ones.  I'm a gonna'' have to break down and get bi-focal.

People drive crazy now, especially in a small space bordered by right in front of Green Frog which has divine plate lunches.  The food critic in me has become more refined with age and remembering mama's recipes.  Gaga couldn't cook worth a damn but Lottie Stafford sure did teach Mama the love of southern food.  From that came a career in journalism and recipes.  Her job at the paper printed some of them every week.  She also had a column about sunshine that appeared now and then.  When BG was born, it was properly announced. 

I am in love with a facebook dog who looks like a Beagle mix and is a rescue.  The fosters have offered for us to have a meet'n'greet and pay half of the vet bill.  Let us pray because Oscar ain't been gone long.  I think I'm still needing puppy sugar.  Charlotte Marie came out to help me and Patty pick pecans this afternoon and loved every minute of it.  

All of my shopping is done, thank you sweet baby jesus.  I didn't spend much but focused on what I think the special person would like.  Dyersburg buddies minus one had a nice lunch and exchanged gifts.  I have supper leftovers!  and presents!!

Y'all better be nice for the next few days because you know who is coming to town.  Let's keep it light on the money and more about the holidays ^j^

enough for a pie

Patty and I have been working the pecan crop here for a month or so since before Oscar died.  Now, she brings one of her five every time she comes and they love the wide open spaces here.  Just like Oscar Boi did!  

I had a really frustrating experience yesterday.  One of my clients wanted to go shopping at WalMart so I arrived at the proper time and went in to gather her and her stuff.  My dumb ass locked the keys in the car by accident and had to call Biscuit to get me back into the vehicle.  We proceeded onto WalMart after that ( which I hate, BTW ) and we wandered around for two hours looking for what she wanted.  The total was 57 bucks and she didn't even find everything on the list.  After all that, I came up minus three bucks because of the Lowery's call but it was all good.  When I delivered her home I suggested that maybe she could give ME the list and let me shop which sounded good to her so that's the future plan for that gig.  It was "kids get out of school at 11" day and everybody and their entire family was there with one checkout lane open.  The lady in front of us bought 350 bucks worth.  *sigh*

This is why I shop online.  If I need a few things and the self checkouts are open like at DG or Kroger, I'll do that.  Otherwise I order and pickup.  I have not been inside Wallyworld in about five years and hope to never go back.  Save-A-Lot is my friend :) It is the only grocery here that offers fresh cut meat and bargains galore..

It's getting to be that time when I'm really tired of shelling pecans but I will persist because we need some roasted.  Not sugar coated or candied but just roasted with Country Bob's and Worcestershire plus a shit ton of salt.  And butter.  Stir every 15 minutes.  Drain on paper towels.  Easy peasy.  It has been a dreary day and I'm about ready to watch a movie and rest.  Church tomorrow will be at Bemis UMC.  

Y'all be merry and bright.  Or sad.  Or whatever you're feeling.  Love you big ^j^

wide open spaces

I had visitors today, like two dogs, two kids and a tired mom.  Gobo and Ava are well behaved and came in and out but loved running in the field with Alex.  I'm not sure who won but I bet they are all tired.  I hired he and Reaves to pick pecans and gave them five bucks each for effort.  Y'all...I have more than I can deal with right now!

I skipped the service after SS just to do something different.  My family was coming and my friend needed help.  While Alex was out running in the fields, Reaves carefully set up the nativity scene on the table.  We found Baby Jesus right off the bat and slowly identified the other figures.  

BG got the fancy ass tree put up that Calvin left me.  Let's just say it involved a lot of teamwork.  And there it stands!  I am grieving a few things right now and just not in the "holiday spirit."  If that was improper please correct me Didi.

This Advent season, for me, has been one of discovery at a deeper level about what the birth of Christ is about.  A lot of that has to do with my Sunday School lessons at Koinonia.  We are about to outgrow that room and take over another one!  Nancy presented us all with a nail wrapped in purple ribbon to remind us that from that His miracle birth was going to lead to torture.  Like my robo calls from David Kustoff.  

It seems to me, and this came from a non UMC member, that it is much ado about nothing.  Homosexual pastors and marriages are still not done.  Why the rush to get out before the big vote.  Just my thoughts, but I tend to ramble.  I don't care if you are gay or purple and have 5 tattoos,  Jesus loves us all the same.  

That's my story and my prayer ^j^

'tis the season

Yesterday's winds knocked down a ton of pecans and Patty and I have rolled the weasels until our arms are sore.  We both miss Oscar during this ritual because he was always a part of it.  It's been a week since he passed on and I still look for him to greet me in the driveway every time I come home.  I've been busy every day running around like a chicken with my head cut off.  But I like it! After coughing with an earache for a week I finally went to my PCP this morning and he said every single person on his list has the same symptoms and they are covered up.  I got a daily antibiotic and some cough medicine and was out in 15 minutes.  I tested negative for Covid yesterday so we already knew not to do that.

Lauren and I tried to put up the tree yesterday and it is dead as a doornail.  I'm considering not having one this year, seriously.  I remember when my parents downsized to a Snoopy sized small tree in this very house and it was lovely.  I don't know much they are but....we shall see.  I used to decorate for Calvin Moore every year which required crawling up on the table to hang the garland just so.  It was a task to get it centered with the bows in place to suit him.  He died earlier this year and his sister Pat brought me some of his decorations and a piece of his glassware which I will forever treasure.  

BG is still fostering the two dogs whose mother was murdered in front of them and the rescue community is supplying everything she needs.  They were vetted yesterday so are now up for adoption.  The idiot who murdered their mother is lounging in the Madison county jail awaiting trial for first degree murder.  He strangled his wife to death.  SMH.  I have so much respect for those who work with animal rescue.  And I have nothing but disgust for those who don't take proper care of their furbabies and dump them.  I have a rogue cat hanging around here that I have seen twice and he or she is very pretty and trying to meow me into living here.  It comes and goes so we haven't properly met.  

It looks like me and Bubba at Huddle House on Christmas which is fine by me.  I hosted Thanksgiving and will be busy cooking special treats for special people in my life.  One cake at a time girl.

May the peace of Christ be with you during this season and beyond ^j^

   

i am okay, kinda'

I still have my original copy of "I'm okay you're okay" from back in the 70s.  That was my first experience with therapy.  I have been a fan ever since then.  Sure, we tend to overthink.  But in my opinion that is healthy when it brings memories and people together.

My BFF picked up a couple of dogs on 412 E right past the Madison County line.  As it turned out, they were evidence in a murder investigation.  So there's these 2 dogs and Reaves riding back to Jackson and she immediately began trying to locate the owner.  I see this turning out well, if you know what I mean.  It takes a village, 'ya know.

Patty came out to pick pecans today and did pretty well.  I was gone all day and when I came home all the lights were out.  Thanks Bubba!  

Y'all keep the faith ^j^

and then there were none

I have never "not" had a dog.  In fact I have had three at a time because living in the country is a wonderful life for a pet.  I woke up to find Oscar asleep on the bathroom floor and me with a huge bag leak at 5:30.  I knew that my vet friend was coming at 7:15 so I got cleaned up and waited sadly for him to arrive.  Positioning myself on the floor he was in my lap and I cradled his head while the doc checked him out and did the deed.  Most of my pets have just died and we buried them with the exception of Butterbean who had a broken back and couldn't stand or even sit.  We propped her up with pillows and except for that she was alert and happy.  Lauren was driving and I was holding BB in my lap when Sam darted in front of the car sensing that something was wrong and we HIT him.  LP headed onto the vet and I stayed back to look for Sam.  He was fine and lived many more years until I was at home recovering from the near death surgery.  My sweet neighbor Gerald buried him in front of the old barn out back of the old house.  In the rain and cold.

I missed our porch time today but I know that he is not suffering anymore.  I have this special cake that gets made for one friend per year.  Triple fudge bundt cake coming y'alls way.  One year Ellie ate the top off of one of them and I just filled it in with icing.  You have to put that shit up HIGH for labs!

I've never hesitated to try and save animals from an untimely death.  We learned early on that if  you don't do spay there will be 15 interbed kittens in the basement.  True story.  Penny died down there at the foot of the basement steps.  I think the coyotes got Miller.  We have had sooooo many that I can't remember all their names.  But I remember how they loved me.  Rosie is staying close which is good.  I could use a good snuggle buddy for the winter.  I hear the rednecks over in Middle City shooting so I guess it's almost bed time.  Thank you all for your compassion.  And remind me to tell you the story about the dawgs that BG picked up ^j^

doggie hospice

Oscar is, shall we say...."slowing down."  He does not seem to be in distress unless he's up and about.  I am acting as his advocate and medicating appropriately but the time is coming soon when I will have to haul him in to the clinic for the shots and burial.  I wish it could happen here.  I feel sure I could find some grave diggers in the neighborhood.  

I remember making this very same decision regarding my parents about 7 years ago.  When the suffering renders life with no quality, it's time to go across the rainbow bridge.  It is a very important decision and not one that I ever took lightly.  I have two trusted relatives in charge of my end of life care.  My funeral is being paid for monthly.  In that respect, I do plan ahead.

Me and Mamye went grocery shopping today and spent some quality time together.  She is still pretty rattled after her wreck and I can relate.  I'm just far enough away from mine to be able to drive without freaking out but I am constantly on the lookout for idiots.  They drive among us.

I'm ready to get that fake tree out of the attic but I'll need help and will have to clear off the stairs first.  LP will help with that of course.  She is the stager from heaven.

Y'all have a lovely friyay as Paige would say.  And keep the faith ^j^

dear santa

I have tried very hard to be good this year, seriously.  Sometimes I was and other times I wasn't.  The thing with me is that when I know I've done something to hurt someone else I realize it and ask for forgiveness.  Otherwise, I'm miserable with guilt.

We had a great Thanksgiving meal today in shifts.  Bubba came first and then LP and Reaves.  Bubba got my gas logs lit which is a bitch when you let the propane run out like I did in April.  They work in tandem with the thermostat to keep a consistent temp in the living room.  He also diagnosed the Barbie bike and did some WD-40.  The final diagnosis is that the training wheels are too low.  She is six, ya' know.  We picked up pecans what few there are, and spent some time outdoors in the sun.  I was sittin' on the porch and she served me toast and juice from the toybox.  Meanwhile, her Mama took a brief rest before tickle-fight started and it was ON!  

So, back to Santa.  I have a long list which is not like me but I'm feeling pretty blessed this year so here you go:

Peace on Earth

Sugardaddy'

Relief from chronic pain

A peaceful ending for my dear friend Oscar

Energy to clean up this mess and start over for Christmas.

The ability to work and pay the bills

Peace on earth 2.0

A closer relationship with my God and His will for me

To become more of a doer than a dreamer

New tennis shoes

The beach.  Any beach with sand

Oh, and always Reece's dark thins from Kroger or the 'gentral.

I know all you people already have your trees up but not me yet.  The first thing to come out of the attic will be Mama's nativity scene.  It's old as the hills but still intact except for maybe a donkey's head.  

Y'all keep the faith ^j^

thankful

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.  That is pretty much my motto.  I am so thankful for those who have helped me along the way and I won't name anybody but you "know who you are."  Same for the ones who have helped my family and the least of these.  When you give expecting nothing in return, miracles happen.  Just the next right thing, y'all.

We all have aches and pains and struggles.  I'm sittin' here listening to Oscar cough and wheeze knowing that his time is short.  I suppose I have been selfish in letting him live this way this long but when they are still up and exploring it's hard to do the deed.  I seriously wish I knew a vet who would just come here and be compassionate.  If this boy could talk he would tell horrible tales of abuse and neglect. Until he met us.  He has a girlfriend named Libby but she is farther away.  He would always trot down the road and visit with her through the window at Patrick'n'thems house.  Back then he was one of three and the population changed constantly.  No telling how many animals are buried up at my old house.  And I think he should be too.

I went out only briefly today and got a couple of things.  Tomorrow will be packed with activity so I'm gonna' go to bed early and sleep on the side where my hip doesn't hurt.  Hell I may just sleep in the recliner and watch a movie until I doze off.  It was Mama's and BG has Daddy's.  

So first of all, thank you to all people who don't get the holiday off with their family.  I learned a long time ago that when that happens, you get flexible and somehow manage to have a meal together, with grace.  Thank you big to those who have helped me and mine financially when times were hard.  Mama always told me just to pay everybody something a little bit of what you have and they know you are trying.  Communication is key with creditors.  

It's still cold, cloudy and windy, but no rain.  I am warm and not in a war zone.  I am not in Brazil dying to see Taylor Swift.  Israel is kind of sort playing nice if they're not spinning a story.  The carnage has really upset me because of the fact that so many innocents have died in response to a terrorist attack.  Hamas is not Palestine.  They are a radical group wanting to pick a fight and they got one.  Sounds like a breeding ground for future terrorists like in the Middle East.  I know, I think too much.

Why can't we all just believe in one God and worship with all of our hearts?  That's the part I don't understand.  There are a kazillion Protestant denominations and even they don't agree.  I say live and let live and have faith that God sort it out.  That means letting go of control ^j^

happy birthday mama

It is your 90th birthday in heaven with all the saints!  I gotta' tell you that your BG and her BG are being blessed daily, just like me.  It rained all day and i was out and about in my car doing private instacart.  Sort of what Bubba did for y'all. I gladly ran interference with the medical stuff and so did Lauren.  In the end, you were surrounded by family and saw an angel, prolly your Daddy, welcoming you to heaven.  

I have one very sick dog up in my house right now and I remember when we brought Sam to you after Timmy D convinced me to take him as a pup. There have been so many.  But all of them knew that they were safe with us.  Poor Butterbean got kicked off the steps by Faith and her back broke some years later.  That was the saddest thing.  She was alert and happy but couldn't walk.  Anywho, me and Lauren took off to do the deed and lo and behold Sammy D ran right in front of the car and landed in the field somewhere.  I stayed there to find him and he did, indeed, show back up.  Butterbean did not.

Faith died of pyometra at age 11 after being bred for the first time.  Talk about a disaster!  Lots of puppies and several deaths.  Lauren and I watched them crawl around and see who was gonna' survive.  We are  cooking up your recipes this week in anticipation of full attendance of four.  I already have the table laid out and the house "somewhat" clean.  Thank you for teaching me to speak out and use my talents.  Love you forever ^j^

talent

Today was a miracle like what Jesus would do.  In a parable sort of way.  MB is a master at weaving all that stuff together to bring a point home.  Because she taught me in SS I understood what I was speaking about as lay liturgist.  That is huge.

I'm thinking about Thanksgiving past and remember one in particular.  It was right before I moved down here to the cabin and me, Uncle Bubba, Lauren and Reaves ate on a folding table.  We did have an oven so all dishes cooked at Charlie's house were properly heated up.  I think it lasted about 30 minutes and involved multiple people!  As a matter of fact, I still have to-go containers.  

I have no answers here.  It seems as though the world is coming apart and I cannot do anything but pray.  Sometimes that's enough ^j^

cat on a cold tin roof

Rosie has been spending a lot of time outside lately so it doesn't surprise me when she is not in the house at wakeup time.  This morning I was on the laptop scrolling away and I kept hearing a cat meow.  Normally when she wants in she is right by the front door but I didn't see her so I went back to my business and still heard the cat.  There has been one hanging around that I haven't seen but heard so I assumed it was the ghost cat.  It kept getting louder and louder and I walked out on the porch only to find Rosie peering down at me from the front porch roof.  She would NOT jump, even though I knew she could.  I don't have a big ladder and if I did I would fall and break a hip so I pondered a few minutes before calling my neighbor Keith with an "unusual" request.  He just chuckled when I told him and came on down with the ladder.  Rosie saw all that action and the minute he reached the roof she jumped off the other side.  Little witch!  I have no clue how she got up there but now I know she can get down without help!

Oscar is still hanging in there in spite of coughing spells.  I'm medicating him which helps at night when he gets settled down and he still eats, drinks and goes for walks so the vet told me it's not time yet.  You will know when attitude and appetite go away, he said.  I just can't bear to do it when he's still right on my heels with every step I make.  He's my little road dog.

I ran a few errands and had lunch with my bestie and now am at the homestead where I love being.  I've been on the porch a lot lately soaking up the last of our gorgeous weather which is coming to an end soon.  Pecans are still not falling in a big way but they are up there just waiting for another big freeze and or wind.  I have been very stingy with the heat but the time is coming that it will have to do its' thing burning propane by the minute.  It is one week until Thanksgiving and things are looking good here on the sides department.  

Y'all hang in there and remember who you are ^j^

numb

I had three root tips and a tooth pulled this morning in preparation for an upper denture early next year.  I have a pretty high pain tolerance and nitrous helped me through the injections on both sides up top.  I was sucking it in like crazy.  The root tips were first and I was so excited when it was over quickly that I was kicking my legs in the air!  "Cool!" was my reply to the dentist.  Next was the tooth on the other side and it went well also.  I'm still numb from all those shots but at least it's over.  

My mother and daughter's organizational skills are kicking in just in time for the holidays.  I am once again in love with sorting and baskets and everything in its' place. Kinda' sorta'.  More later on that valiant effort.  I have a ton of clothes to donate here.  Most have been washed and are bagged up but too heavy for me to tote.  There is an adorable little sweater dress for a toddler girl but I think it's too little for Reaves.  We'll see.

Mashed potatoes are thawing and I'm seriously wishing I had gotten canned beans instead of that big old bag.  I have never understood the wash and sort part.  Soaking, I'm down with.  And add some pork.  Just a little!  Or turkey or tilapia.  Mama would be so proud of how I've branched out from strictly Southern fried.

Her 90th birthday is November 20th so y'all send her a big old holla' up there in heaven.  There will be cake and bridge and lots of organizing.  With faith ^j^ 

hope

Our stewardship campaign is in high gear and I love the way that our congregation does what they can.  It doesn't always have to be money...maybe time or service.  I've done those type jobs and it gives you a different perspective on how the other folks live from hand to mouth.  There are generational cycles of poverty and abuse that affect the "littles" and then they grow up to be angry.  Or mentally ill and lost as a goose.  Yes, we indeed have a problem.  There have been so many school shootings in the southeast that it should scream NRA, but no.  Because we're red.

The death penalty in Tennessee is again active with somewhat over a hundred inmates being held for decades at a time for things that, sometimes they didn't do.  Prosecutors can be tough and unless there is a great big table of nice lookin' lawyers sitting there you are out of luck.  Much of it is racial bias because we are, ya' know.  Dixieland and all that.  

Anywho, here we are.  I was today years old when I learned that the UMC is against the death penalty.  I know that I personally was but it was nice to hear it read out of that book of discipline. My time at Dyersburg FUMC has been what keeps me out of the ditches most of the time.  Well, except when an 18 wheeler hits me!

I'm scheduled to have some root tips pulled this week and have an ear infection so I'm kind of like...one thing at a time.  Poopie gave me a hard time last night but it's because I ate roasted pecans.  I just could NOT help it they're so good.  Thanks Mom for that recipe and many many more.  

I'll be cooking enough for an army on Thanksgiving like mama always did so if you don't have a place to eat come on out.  And bring a chair ^j^ 

doing all the things

My friend told me to shut down the ADHD shit yesterday and focus on the task at hand which was grocery shopping and figuring out how to get the trusty Escape back in my driveway.  Both of us enjoyed that white hatchback with a smooth ride and many less miles that mine.  However, I'm only at 115K and I've had her three years.  Bubba went with me to pick out the car and we test drove it down the road and back from Gene Langley.  His opinion was "if you can afford the payment, this is a good deal."  Eventually I could not, so my angel friends paid it off after they looked at the interest rate which was like ummm 24% for 5 years.  Bless you.

I noticed when I got in this morning that there was a tire pressure message so I know the way to Lake Road Amoco and Les let some air out of the new one but it still pulls to the left.  My ass will be back at B and M in the morning for somebody to take a look see.  I may be a girl, but I notice when my car ain't acting right.  Lerd!

Saturday will be Jackson day for me and my girls.  Who knows what we'll get into.  Jackson is a very cool place to live if you're not in a high crime area.  The history there is amazing including all of Lambuth and their glory.  It is now run by the University of Memphis and my dear friend is on the nursing faculty.   If i had a do-over I would be a nurse.  Same education requirements and not stuck in a big cubicle.  Hands on, so to speak.

Everything that I learned about end of life care was at that facility.  As I became more interested in the hospice philosophy, I sort of outgrew the diagnostic side and explored.  When my parents died there, it was a sign to me personally to move on.  They were both volunteers not only at the hospital but with the Lifeline Blood board of directors.  

My employment there offered an opportunity to be with other family members as well.  Memama.  Gaga.  Bill.  Aunt Nancy.  Thankfully I did not die there because I was transferred to a higher level of care.  I am still grateful for Dr. Drew Turner and what he did to save my life.  The bag gets on my nerves sometimes but I could be dead so there ya' go.  My in house ostomy nurse was amazing and trained me best as she could.  I was sent home with a catalog from Hollister and no clue how to take care of Poopie.

That came later with home health.  I was using a wound vac and trying to stay "not shitty" but there were many middle of the night calls to that staff and they always came.  It's what healthcare practitioners do.  

I am enjoying these last two days of warm temps before the cold sets in again.  I have already used 20% of the propane I bought and it's only early November.  Lerd.  As of today the air is still on.  I was out and about all morning which led me to several different places.  My first stop was at the alignment shop where one of the guys drove my car and told me "yes", in fact, it is pulling to the left.  They were backed up so the manager told me to be there at 8 in the morning to be first in line.  Will do Justin.  Will do.

Y'all keep the faith or take a leap.  God's got you ^j^

if there is a silver lining

And the car saga continues.  I finally got it back today after borrowing and spending $707 more dollars on top of the deductible.  When it was sent to another shop for alignment they found that a bearing and tie rod needed to be replaced.  Like bad.  Like SO bad it had to have a new axle too.  I got the news this morning early and the axle report came later in the day.  I was pretty puzzled how all that damage was done ( not from the wreck BTW ) and I didn't have a clue.  All I can figure is that the wreck that didn't kill me but made me weaker was a blessing in disguise.  With that kind of damage to the front end, I could have been driving to Jackson or even to Kroger and the wheel could have gone flying. I am such a Pollyanna I have to believe that.  Meanwhile, the trucker who hit me got something that cost 18K for his rig.  I have these insurance people on speed dial.  

My last day in the rental was spent with my dear friend running errands and sharing a Reuben from Arby's.  We have settled into an easy routine where I know what to do when without much direction.  This was her first outing to the grocery store in a long time.  Next time we'll make a list before we go.  

I am pretty weary with life right now.  It seems that the hits just keep on coming and though I try to roll with it, it's hard to suck it up and put on a happy face.  The time change has really done a number on me this year.  Thinking that it was just me, the guy who drove me from the shop to the rental place said it was affecting him too.  And he's a young 'un.  Nobody ever said life was easy.  It's basically hard, and then you die so grabbing the sweet stuff as it happens is the only way to keep the faith ^j^

for all the saints

Today was a very special service at FUMC for All Saints Day.  It is always very moving as bells are rung and candles lit for church members who have died the previous year.  I remember going to the service when both my parents died and hanging onto that promise of eternal life for them, and for all of us.  We talked in SS about what may be there for us after the earthly bodies are gone and it is only by faith that we know that something better is there.  There are so many questions about what happens...will I recognize my loved ones?  Is it right away or does it take a minute.  I do know from being with those who are actively dying that angels reach out to help them pass over.  Right before Mama died she raised her hand up and pointed at something.  It comforts me to think that there was somebody there waiting for her.  Probably Daddy and her parents.  Or maybe one of her friends.  

I haven't seen the girls since my car was wrecked so I'm really missing them.  If I am able, I will go next weekend and catch up.  Our little tribe has weathered a lot and the bonds are strong.  If I make it to the age of 80 I will get to see Reaves graduate from high school, Lord willing.  And if not, I will surely be beaming down from heaven at her.  

The extra hour of sleep was welcome but still things seem a bit wonky.  I have yet to change the time on the stove or car.  I'll not worry about the car because I won't have it but one more day, hopefully.  When my car was sent for an alignment following repair, they found a bearing that needed to be replaced.  Hopefully that happened and it will be added to my total to be paid in installments.  I am close to drowning here since losing my job last month.  Another one will come along to supplement my time with my adopted mother.  We ate lunch together today and had some easy conversation, which tends to be the case with us.  

There will be a huge hole in my heart when my dear friends move to Memphis next month.  They are the ones that I sit with every week at church and DD is actually the one responsible for me getting back into the congregation some years back.  Tears are welling up right now just thinking about it.  They will be back now and then but it won't be the same.  

With faith, all things are possible.  Keep it close ^j^

fall back

It's that time again kids.  If you are a third shifter you have work an extra hour and no matter what you do it will be dark by 5PM.  I hate it!  Don't mess with mother nature.  On the upside if you like going to bed early, you're in luck.  Today is homecoming at UTK and I saw my friends Cari and Jim warming up with the band early today.  As band alumni they make a point to be there.

It's a glorious day here in the hood with farmers still kicking up dust.  It's almost over but a never ending cycle of planting, fertilizing and harvest.  Fortunately I'll be surrounded by winter wheat which is beautiful to behold.

Y'all keep the faith ^j^

hurry up and wait

Well, my car is still not fixed and the rental runs out tomorrow.  So, with the help of a dear friend I paid $134 to extend it through the weekend.  This has turned into a huge ordeal, which most things of that nature will do when dealing with insurance.  I have NEVER made a claim on this insurance policy and pay over a hundred bucks a month.  I fully expect to be either cancelled or receive a huge increase in the premium when it renews in March.  How niiice.  I am grateful that I had it and that I wasn't hurt but dang.  

My ostomy is named Poopie and she gave me fits night before last.  I had two leaks during the night and another when I got up.  I finally just took a shower yesterday morning and started over with bag number 3.  So far so good on day 2 with that one.  Ostomates vary on how often they change and I usually can't go more than 2 or 3 days without something happening to require a change.  Output for my type of ostomy tend to be liquid which causes leakage problems.  Then, when I take something for the diarrhea I end up with what is called "pancaking" which also contributes to leaks.  We walk a fine line because supplies are expensive and I pay 20% out of pocket.  Such is life.

I bought everything I need for Thanksgiving dinner yesterday plus something to eat until then because the cupboard was bare.  I abruptly lost my last sitting job with one day's notice so I'm grateful for the opportunities that have arisen to supplement my income and stay busy.  

Oscar is so much better with steroids and that makes me happy.  It isn't a fix, but it keeps him more comfortable and able to go for his walks which he dearly loves.  I think the cooler weather and rain have helped too.  I know it has for me.

Y'all keep on believing ^j^

ring that bell

It's almost time for those Salvation Army bell ringers to hit the streets so y'all be generoua and don't just walk by like an idiot.  That is their only fundraiser for the year so hit your wallet.  It's all volunteer work in every area of service.

I went to my dental group's new office today and they were all dressed up like the game CandyLand, complete with colored blocks on the floor leading from reception to treatment rooms.  I couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of that theme in a dental practice!  They were all cute as pie.  

I never have trick or treaters out here so that saved me on candy.  If someone were to show up all they would get is a Nutella biscuit or a trick.  I feel sorry for all teachers tomorrow because of the sugar hangovers these kids will have.  On top of staying up late!  

I have learned the hard way, more than once, that there are certain things that I cannot share here.  Sure, it's my page and I have my opinions but I must be mindful of the privacy of others because you know....HIPPA.  I have unintentionally caused problems on more than one occasion which hurts my soul because that is not my intention at all.  Pretty much a justice warrior, I speak my mind on things like gun control and equality issues.  If I hear one more person say "guns are not the problem, people are" I just might shoot my eye out with a Red Ryder BB gun.  That is SUCH a cop out when mass murders are happening daily.  The rest of the world does not have this...just the good old USA.  Shame on you NRA and all those whose pockets you pad.  The organization that began as a gentleman's hunt club has morphed into a death machine for innocents.  It's all about the money.

Women's health issues are also a biggie with me like the right to choose.  When Roe v Wade was overturned it basically left the issue wide open for conservative states to put their own restrictions into place, without a thought for who will care for these children.  Often the mother's life is in danger.  It is beyond ridiculous.

Finally the GOP has chosen a speaker of the House who sounds like a real doozie.  I don't know how much worse things will get before the Republican party gets their heads out of their asses and chooses a centrist.  As a Democrat, I could go for someone less radical even if it were a Republican as long as basic human rights are addressed.  

Speaking of human rights, Gaza is in crisis again and there appears to be no end in sight.  Israel has ordered all these folks holed up in hospitals to move south and like, how?  There is no fuel or means of transportation.  The entire healthcare system is collapsing and no aid is coming in.  How very sad.

Y'all don't get spooked by anybody today, especially black cats.  My kitty is sound asleep in Oscar's bed and he is out enjoying the day thanks to some steroids.  It ain't his time yet.  Keep the faith ^j^

in god's time

My boy Oscar is suffering from a terrible cough, probably due to heartworms.  He is about 15 years old give or take a year.  He's had some really bad days lately and I'm considering euthanasia but I just cannot as long as he's up running around and having fun.  I went so far as to make an appointment for tomorrow and then canceled it.  I'm pretty sure I will know when the time is right.  Until then, he's joined to me at the hip.  

I was out and about today, stopping by to visit some friends at Maple Ridge and then cruising up the hill toward my old house.  As I was coming back down I noticed Mike Harris and his crew harvesting the honey up by the dairy barn so I stopped for a visit and a few pictures.  I didn't have on a suit but I didn't get stung so that's a plus.  I never knew much about how honey is processed until I met Mike at Logan's Lake Honey.  After several trips to his shop in Finley I kinda' sorta' understand.  His company has hives all over Western Tennessee.  

We are enjoying the last of summer/fall here with temps expected to fall below freezing by next week.  That should really do a number on my arthritis and sciatica.  Today is somewhat better, only because of a steroid shot yesterday.  That will eventually wear off.  There's an appt with an ortho in November so we shall see.  I'm trying to stay active because sitting is about the worst thing you can do.  I love to dance to YouTube!  Keeping the faith here ^j^

it is what it is

Somehow or another I managed to get sciatica in my right hip and leg last week.  Never had it before but yowza!  I am somewhat impaired in the renal department so NSAIDS are a no no , but I took them today.  Because it hurts!  I have learned that a root cause of that is bad posture.  Like leaning over a desk with a laptop.  Which is why I don't blog much.  I have noticed that technology has taken a toll on my neck.  I remember Mama telling me that neck problems from phone use is "a thing.  

Many of my best friends I have never met in person, like Amy.  I have watched her kids grow up and admired Greta Mae from a distance.  Silver lab gone way too soon.  She sent me Christmas cards every year with all her crew and Lauren became her friend too.  I love it when that happens.

Oscar is maintaining his daily routine of checking out the road and coughing all night.  I think if he had some steroids it might make it easier.  He gets three baby aspirin and half a blue for sleep.  That's the best I can do right now.

Joey and his crew are finishing up for the season so the road is busy and the lot next door is full.  Daddy would be so happy to see what Bubba'n'them have done.  It is a masterpiece of agriculture.  What I most admire is the dirt work that allows the crop to drain and thrive. We do live by a river that tends to flood, ya' know.

It's time for Oscar and me to take our meds and lay down for the day.  Keep the faith ^j^

lauren to the rescue

I have had a smaller laptop that Lauren gave me some time ago and just haven't used it.  She came yesterday to get me set up on it and back online so I can blog.  And finish up the last of my articles due for SHE magazine.  I'm amazed at how fast it is compared to my 8 year old Dell.  My day started out with me "thinking" I heard my phone hit the floor and me fishing around under it with a broom forEVER.  Eventually I found it on top of the bed so I guess it was the charger that went flying.  At least the floor under the bed got swept out.  

The DHS Class of 1973 celebrated in style last weekend and it was a joyous and quite tiring two day event.  I haven't walked and stood that much for a long time and now my right hip is hurting.  Lerd.  If it ain't one thing it's ten.  It took a village to make that reunion happen and some hard work went into it by a lot of people.  I saw friends that I have not laid eyes on in years and may never see again.  We all realized that and hugged each other extra hard.  It might just have been my one dance to "Take a Walk on the Wild Side" that did my hip and back in but I couldn't resist.  It's our class song!

My car is still in the shop and I'm driving a rental.  It may be ready next week according to Lowery's.  I am still very nervous about driving since that wreck but I realize I'm lucky to be alive.  If God hadn't been looking out for me I would be either dead or severely injured.  I did not go to the ER which was probably a mistake but I was just focused on getting home after gettin' my bell rung like that.  

I haven't seen Reaves in a month but Lauren sent me a picture that we had made at her grandparent's prom where I also shook my bootie.  She said "Gaga...do you know how to dance?"  so I showed her how I could.  That was probably a bad hip move also.  

So much has happened in the two weeks since that wreck.  I lost my job with one days' notice which sucked.  We had a nice little crew of part time people and that was disbanded for another option.  It would have been nice to have a bit more notice considering the fact that I showed up the next day in a rental to do my duties.  Oh well.  You do what you gotta' do I reckon.  For me right now, that is leaning on an ice pack in the computer chair.  Life is good though...on so many levels.  Y'all keep the faith^j^

fifty years is a long time

Damn y'all.  The DHS class of 1973 looks good and is still kicking.  I so enjoyed seein' all my classmates, teachers and party crashers tonight!  Of course we had name tags but most of us recognized each other and hugged really big.  I'm glad I'm current on my shots.

Some friends and I spent the afternoon out in Finley on the cottage porch which is where they LIVE when they are in the 'burg.  As it turned out, Finley highway proper was blocked off so there were a lot of detours through Upper Finley Road.  And then the bean cutting commenced.  While I was waiting for Darryl and Annie to pick me up I watched Joey and his crew finish up for the day.  It is amazing what it takes to be a farmer.  My daddy was one until the day he died.

There are so many people suffering and hurting around the globe right now.  I know in my little world there is angst every day but I can't imagine being killed in a terrorist attack over a strip of land.  In the desert, no less.  One of my favorite friends decided to take some time off from posting the funny stuff because it's just so darn end of times.  But you know what?  If we can't laugh and praise God and love each other in times like that, what did the Holy Spirit intend? ^j^

bags of gold

I have served as a liturgist once or twice at my church but really didn't do my homework, asking for the scriptures the week before.  I want to study this one in November and know what the heck I'm talking about.  Kinda' sorta'

I didn't do much today because I was sort of wonky.  I have lost my driving glasses and I can tell it's wearing my eyes out.  I back tracked and stuff but no.  I also have a missing keyring with the other fob for my wrecked car and house key lost somewhere in space.  If it ain't one thing it's ten.

I figure we're all in this together and might as well forgive if not forget.  There are a lot of things that I've been forgiven for when I actually was the one at fault. That's called being a humble adult.  It ain't always easy because when pride takes over the devil has his way.  

Humbly yours ^j^

modern day dilemmas

On days like these I wish I had a landline.  Somehow I managed to get the brightness so low that I can't see the main page to go to settings and correct it.  Lerd.  Not to mention, my laptop is moaning and groaning as the fan wears out.  My first boyfriend told me to get in a dark room where I could see well enough to get to settings.  Voila! Problem solved.

I'm job hunting and went by a couple of places today that I would love to work.  It would seem that a part timer is a golden nugget because of no benefits and whatnot.  We shall see.  Maybe God just intended for me to rest up and recover from the wreck before our class reunion.

RE:  Israel and Palestine.  As my daddy and Mr. Yates used to say "It has always been thus and so."  

Leave room for the spirit to work ^j^

marvelous monday

I woke up with the chickens today and did my morning routine of watching the sun rise and computing whilst' drinking a big old honking insulated cup of water.  My date this morning was one of the most special ladies ever.  The other folks let me go and I totally understand.  !2 hour coverage is much easier to handle.  That means that I am back in the job market, so to speak.  

Lorna and I have talked about how depressing it is to be a sitter and watch people slowly die.  What I need now is a burst of energy to find something I really enjoy.  Like small business or the library.  Holiday help is always available if they've not already filled it.  We shall see what pops up for this old gal with a new vision.

The car is in the shop, hopefully being worked on.  Since I do not have a steady job right now, the deductible will be a problem.  But, imma gonna hit the roads tomorrow.  Hide and watch.  I have forgiven both myself and the other guy because we were both at fault.  That I did not get a ticket was a gift from Big Ernie ^j^

leap of faith

Well, today is Friyay ain't it Paige?  It's been an eventful week for me in more ways than one.  It's taken me until today to be able to think clearly following the wreck.  My mother was always one to write letters when she was pissed off at somebody in charge or another.  My next complaint will  probably be to TDOT for allowing 18 wheeler traffic on Highway 104 hills.  Hide and watch.

I spent a delightful birthday morning with my adopted mother.  We almost always eat breakfast together.  She drinks coffee and me a ton of water.  I really wish that I liked coffee.  It smells soooo good.  Breakfast with the Calcutt bunch was first and it was great.  It's nice to know your clan.

I have lived on this farm, off and on, for about 68 years minus three or for in town.  LP was four when we moved into Charlie's house and she grew up there with her Memaw and Grandaddy right down the road in the cabin where I live now.  She and Reaves used to come all the time but that stopped awhile back due to, umm.  You know.  We spent many happy days down here.  Her bikes are still outside.  Hopefully one day somebody will be able to bring her here for some quality time.  I miss it.

What I have learned about people in my life!  We are all different in many ways.  I tend to be more like one brother than the other because I'm a dreamer and don't do well with structure.  I reckon I'm lazy and self entitled or something.  Mostly I'm just everybody's friend and try to do the next right thing.

I can tell when the plate is full and self care needs to kick in.  I am way past due for a PCP visit so that is next on the list.  From there, who the heck knows!  Gotta' have those refills.  Personally, I believe a lot of pharma could be cut out by lifestyle changes.  Right Katie?  

I am having weird dreams since the wreck.  But it's day three so that's always the worst.  Y'all keep the faith ^j^

terrific tuesday

It's a long one y'all so hang with me.  I got out and about early this morning to drop off the last of the apples at the Salvation Army  and pick up some clothes from my friend Judy out off of Roellen highway.  I wasn't real sure where I was headed and the bitch on my GPS will never talk when I need her to.  I decided to pull into a driveway on the left after one big truck had passed me.  I didn't notice that it was a passing zone and I WAS going slow but another 18 wheeler hit me as I turned.  I saw it coming in the sideview.  BOOM! Thank the Lord nobody was hurt but it ended up being about four hours of dealing with county cops and state troopers and in the end, I was at fault for not having my blinker on.  In the end, I was at fault.

The rest of the day was spent being driven by Mamyeto visit Hinson Insurance and Enterprise.  BUT...I can't get a car until Progressive approves the claim.  Such is life.  I'll catch rides if it takes a long time.  Where there's a will there is a way.

Keeping the faith here ^j^

unwinding

It's been a minute since I have had an entire day to myself to run errands and just chill at the cabin.  Today is the one.  The one where I spent a shit ton on groceries and ate Mexicans with Carol.  Her hats have been riding in the back seat of my car for a week.  Missions accomplished!

I did some grocery shopping on the last food tax-free day of a two month run.  It makes a HUGE difference.  Normally I self check but this was way too much.  Two very sweet employees checked and bagged  but I helped a little on the bagging. 

As for today, church was inspiring as always.  It is World Communion Sunday so we had homemade breads with recipes from all over the globe.  There was extra so I grabbed a sour dough loaf that was used during the service.  I stopped by the shady 'gentral on the way home and there was a neighborhood dog running in and out of the automatic doors.  One guy knew who he belonged to, bought a leash and was wrangling to get him in the car and take him home.  Bless him.  Also the computer froze up and the natives were not happy during the re-boot.  Patience, people.  I felt sorry for the lone cashier.

Y'all  be blessed and keep the faith ^j^

 

you've got a friend

I am such a sucker for JT it ain't funny.  This particular song reminds me of the Dyersburg High School class of 1973.  We have expectations of a huge turnout from both class members and teachers.  And spouses and dates!  it's kind of strange to be still trusting the universe to provide me with a companion who understands me.  I guess you have to date for a long time to figure that one out.  It makes me so happy to see all of my parents get married late in life.

We have sent many across the bridge over these 50 years. The way I see it, if you have somebody on speed dial you are one lucky person.  I have about 20 and they always call me back.  Sometimes they answer from work or retirement.  I miss Spike in that way.  He always answered and cared enough to bring me breakfast after my first  shoulder surgery.  There are lots of us left and we are all in touch.  I'm in charge of a head count of teachers and it's been delightful to talk with them lately.  

Always trust your cape^j^

always trust your cape

I will be the first to admit that I am directionaly challenged.  I'm pretty used to my usual route which is to Madison and back.  Today was Grandparents Day Prom at Denmark and thanks to Kim I got there with no problems.  And then I took the wrong way home and drove for two hours through the middle of nowhere.  I finally found a service station and asked how to get to 412.  The first one was a young dude and he just gave me directions.  When I went back I met an elderly gentleman at the front desk and I asked him to help me with directions.  He said "You know what honey?  I'll let you follow me and I'll get you there." There was a beautiful hunting dog in a crate and some metal pipes and a sink in the bed,  And I sure stayed on his ass.  Once I got closer to the west side I know where I was.  LP and I talked about how calming it can be to get lost and just figure it out.  Read the signs, so to speak.  

Mostly all the kindergarten kids just ran around and played while us grandparents ate snack and did an occasional boogie move.  She thought it was go home time after that 45 minute romp like after graduation from pre-K.  Y'all I cried like a baby. Bless her sweet teacher's heart that had to deal with all that energy for three more hours!

Sometimes if you don't expect a miracle or blessing, it just doesn't show up.  But if you're not looking and ask for help directly you get where your spirit is meant to be.   It's just a leap of faith, right Lorna ^j^

it's not fair

Well actually, sometimes it is.  Today's sermon centered around the scripture where the vineyard manager went to town hiring workers for the day.  The first crew went in early morning promised a certain wage.  All during the day folks were hired and in the evening they were all paid the same.  The last ones hired were promised nothing.  Well, as the story goes, they all got paid the same and the least were first to get their coins.  Lesson learned!

Guilt is something that I decided early on is a useless emotion that is soul sucking.  At some point in time we have to forgive ourselves and move on.  Same for toxic relationships.  Resentment and anger will eat you up in a heartbeat.  I prefer not to feel that way.

We had a wonderful multi birthday tea part yesterday all decorated up for both Christmas and Halloween which was different but quite fitting for the occasion.  We all had seriously cute hats and ate jello and brownies served with Koolaid out of the Santa Claus teapot and cups.  Hey....you use what you got.  

I am slowly going through stuff here after three years and deciding what is really an heirloom and what is trash.  It's pretty therapeutic, if you know what I mean.

I pray that y'all have a good week and me too.  We shall see if we keep the faith ^j^

it ain't all about you

I tend to go on and on about things that happen in my life.  It's mostly praise and prayers mixed.  Today I had to ask forgiveness for telling someone a lie to keep 'em from flipping out.  I'll spare you the details but it involved herding cats.  This little trick involved tracking the behavior of 4 "in and out" cats over a period of time and thinning the herd down to one in and one in the barn.  I count that as a win win and I think Jesus would do that.

I got a very nice thank you note in the mail today and I realized how disappointed my mother would be in me for not doing the same when I receive a blessing.  My handwriting is terrible and I'm actually working harder than I ever have in my life.  But you know what?  I'm a hospice worker at times and that takes a toll on you.  

Healthcare workers are stretched to the max by corporate staff shortages.  If one is on FMLA you can't hire another one to replace that weekly bath.  Such is life.   I won another 50K today on the Pyramid so that means I'm pretty smart.  

Enjoy y'all.  Life is short ^j^

first time for everything

This road construction on HWY 51, though much needed, has been a pain in the ass.  The plastic cones and barrels are everywhere and some redneck chick called me an old lady when I drove down to the second turnoff to get on 210.  She actually screamed at me out the window of her vehicle.  I continued on my journey and a great time was had by all.  Me and Elizabeth Reaves buried a dead butterfly because "that's what people do right? Gaga?" Oh yes my dear. Yes we do.

I ran over a traffic cone last week and had to pull over to extract it from under the front of the car.  It was easy and I got where I was headed, Lord knows where.  I currently work with two clients and they are as different as night and day.  You never know what you are walking into on any given shift.  I have always been a forgiving kind of person but dayum.  Just don't be a mean girl.

Church today was all about forgiveness which was pretty timely for me.  I'm looking forward to the next chapter ^j^

driving the bus

Me and my nurse friend Carol were talking earlier about our mutual adventures with home health.  You never know what will happen at any given time with a client and so many of them have no living will ....or any will.  I carry mine, the living one, in my wallet and the decision makers know who they are.  It's recorded on my electronic record.  But who would know?  I certainly don't anymore.

We have plans for the joint birthday party of the two Elizabeth's .  Let's just say there will be hats and fine china involved.  And cake of course!  Her kid party is at an amusement  place so I said ummm..nope.  We can do our own thing.  I have enjoyed meeting the other members of her family and their friends.  Many of them I have known for a very long time.

Dementia is a terrible thing but also a chance to re-do one's outlook on life and the blessings.  One can hang onto anger and rage or just overlook it and understand that they are scared.  Of losing control or what's on the other side.  My earnest prayer is that someone will return the favor some day.  

Y'all hang in there ^j^

reconciliation

Today's sermon really smacked me in the head with how I have failed to restore broken relationships over the years.  Much of it was of my own doing, and until that other person let me know that I had been offensive I wouldn't have known.  I appreciate that in a friend or family member.  I have learned to become accountable and do self assessment after I get told I'm causing trouble  And I own it.  It may take awhile, but I always do.  Sometimes "I'm sorry " doesn't fix things right away but over time, and with God's help, those relationships are restored in a new form.  It breaks my heart to see families ripped apart like that.

My birthday celebration was magical, made so by my girls.  As I walked in they sang HB to me and then again when I blew out candles on a Reeces pumpkin.  Reaves helped.  She also painted my nails a very pretty blue while Lauren was out running errands.  She then proceeded to spray herself, me and JJ the cat with body spray.  Now JJ didn't really like all the spraying action so she quickly figured out to spray it on her hands and rub him down.  They are joined at the hip!

As for this week, there's more work which I'm thankful for.  And also for the physical ability to do it.  My soul has finally returned to a peaceful state and I intend to be focused on keeping it that way.  Get thee away from me control and worry!

Keep the faith ^j^

icing on the cake

I haven't had a birthday cake since my mother was able to arrange it, either by baking or ordering a DQ ice cream one which is my favorite.  As of of tomorrow, I will be 68 years young.  I am living life much more intentionally now knowing that the older I get the closer I am to the other side.  My bucket list is shorter now.  Nothing dramatic like jumping out of a plane or climbing Mt Everest.  I would seriously like to be a contestant on the celebrity 100K Pyramid just so I could meet some celebrities.  Also I would dearly love to go on a Mississippi River canoe trip with John Ruskey and the Quapaws of Clarksdale MS.  Other than that, I'm content to live my life and spend time with what family I have left.  

I am pretty low maintenance because of my faith in God and love of friends, family and fun.  Y'all keep the faith ^j^

wipe the slate clean

I am an idea person.  When it comes down to details, I begin to get tired and give up.  Probably my vocation should have been ???   If I had not had a child to raise I would have been a travel MT.  They make a shit ton of money.  Anywho....the child got raised and I retired from that line of work to begin another chapter(s).  I sat on my ass and decompressed for a couple of years before seeking work.  I began to write again and meant it.  I got paid to write which is pretty rewarding.  During that time I took a job at a local restaurant and burned my hand twice with hot soup, all the while wondering why they even hired me.  I think it was out of pity for an old friend.  I still have my three work shirts and wear them often!

The one I'm wearing today is from FUMC.  "Love your neighbor" I have two of them , one with print on front and another on the back.  When you get right down to brass tacks it is pretty simple.  Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.  No hatred or killing or bashing others without letting God into the situation.  I have learned this past week that we pray for God's will in every situation.  Even if it seems hopeless and effed up, there is a plan.

You can now call me for all your taxidermy needs because I sold a bobcat that was creeping me out.  Thank you Dennis Allen for agreeing to hand over the cat.  And congratulations to his new owner Sam Helm who will place in him his Kentucky Wildcat man cave.

Things are perking along here.  Pretty soon the corn and beans will be gone and winter will settle over these brown fields around me.  But for now, it is nice fall weather.  

I just got home from having a colonoscopy which went surprisingly well.  The prep is much easier now though I swore I would starve to death before it was over.  Now I'm not even hungry!  I have pictures of my stoma and there were no abnormalities found.  As a bonus I got to hang out with all of my old surgery peeps from the hospital.  The whole deal from pre-op to leaving the building only took 2 and a half hours and I had a nice propofol nap.

A reader sent me a message yesterday asking if I was okay because I haven't posted in a week.  The bottom line is I've been busy as a cat chasing his tail and I'm STILL behind.   Nothing unusual for me...that's how I roll.

Y'all be blessed and thankful for all God has provided, even trials.  Sometimes unanswered prayers have a reason and I have to keep learning that over and over again.  Keep the faith ^j^

 

it's on

The DHS Class of 73 had their last planning meeting today OUTSIDE thanks to the cooler weather.  It's pretty much a wrap with all arrangements made and tasks handed out.  We have a lot of classmates who have committed to coming but have not paid yet.  Please be kind when someone from the committee contacts you to see if you are coming.  Deadline for payment is September 30th.  It can be sent by snail mail to Cynthia Cowell at 3330 Bruceville Slab Rd, Dyersburg TN 38024.  Due to a change of the UT Football schedule there is a game that weekend which will affect attendance, by about two.  Bradshaw and Patton....we will miss you!

As I looked around the table at my classmates I could not help but be amazed at how we have stuck together for 50 plus years.  Through sickness and health and hilarity, 'til death do us part.  I got so many hugs that I sorely needed this afternoon.  I talked for a bit with my otha' daughter Heather and caught up on things.  AJ and Reaves are close to the same age and it's a school night so, there you go.  

If I call or text you somebody better respond ^j^

the ones who answer

When I find myself overwhelmed with life I normally call a friend.  Everybody is busy and whatnot and I am the first to admit that if I'm talking to a friend on the phone and somebody beeps in, I will NOT say "I gotta' go." Easy conversation is soul soothing to me in a way that texting is not.  Texts are for information sharing in my book, not discussing life.  That's when friends and professional counseling come into play.  On the one hand, friends know you and what your challenges are at the moment.  They remember to ask about this or that.  Therapists learn to know you slowly according to your willingness to spill your guts.  I've learned over  years of it what my true issues are and when it's time to address them.  Which is right damn now.  

I am such a Pollyanna that I keep trying to have civil discourse with narcissists and expect things to turn out differently than our last encounter.  And I get my heart stomped on every time.  These people see nothing but their own side of things and have little to no empathy for someone else's pain.  They crave attention and the power of being right all the time.  And having the last word.  

Yesterday's church was really bittersweet for me.  The guest preacher was a man who used to pastor Newbern Methodist and hired my Uncle Jimbo as music director.  I went there when he was dying of prostate cancer and heard him play my favorite hymns.  He was like my second daddy, only funner!  Both he and my Daddy had their funeral services at FUMC.  When Jimbo died LP was about 5 years old and I led her by the hand to the family pews.

One of the biggest blessings of my life has been keeping company with elders.  They can be ornery at times like my parents were, but I wouldn't trade that time for any amount of worldly riches.  It's beginning to feel more like autumn and the shadows are showing out like they always do.  My 50th class reunion is a few weeks away and I can't wait.  My friend Mark G is one that "always answers" and we talked a long time about his emcee duties for the event.  

Life is short.  Don't sweat the small stuff ^j^