the morning after

Following yesterday morning's "wake up and fall" I headed into PT to concentrate on the left side of my body which is where I hit on elbow and knee before rolling over and popping my hard head on the bedframe.  My head now has a knot on it and is sore but I'm pretty good with pain.  Felicia gave me some TLC on the left side that included pulsing electrodes and moist heat at the same time.  Most of their attention has been on my right side because that is what first brought me there.  I feel pretty sure that was the result of being hit by an 18 wheeler several months ago.  But enough about that.

Now Texas is on fire and I'm sure the Republicans are blaming Biden and the immigrants.  In my honest opinion it is just another tragedy caused by global warming.  Yes, it is real.  And yes, we are in big trouble because nobody listened when there was a chance to turn it around.  Al Gore's book "An Inconvenient Truth" was written many years ago and still applies to what we are seeing.  Floods, fires, natural disasters of all kinds.  God gave us this earth to preserve and enjoy and we have almost literally destroyed it.  How sad.

Now onto the guns.  Y'all know how I feel about all that.  I believe in the right to carry for self protection which does NOT include long guns like the one used at Joel O'Steen's church which was purchased legally. In Texas, of course.  Why?  I keep asking myself over and over again why these guns are available.  There is no use for them except for law enforcement or military action.  NONE.  Except for committing mass murder.  Put yourself in the shoes of parents whose kids have been slaughtered at school or other public places.  We assume them to be safe yet here comes another nutcase hearing voices aiming a repeating weapon at innocent people.  Enough is enough.  We don't want to take your guns away, just hold you accountable by doing background checks, requiring proper training, and licensing.  That ain't much to ask.

I miss my kids badly.  There is a part of me that wants to move to Jackson just so I can see them on a regular basis.  I love country life as well.  Lizzie will be graduating from kindergarten this spring and going into "real school."  She is smart as a whip and very artistic.  Loves to dance and jump and run.  Confused as hell about her family situation.  

We had some fierce scary wind these past few days and a huge thunderstorm during the night which woke me up.  They never scare me for some reason.  Actually I see God in things like that and am in awe of how powerful the weather can be.  Following a high of almost 80 yesterday it's in the 40s again.  Typical West Tennessee.  

Y'all be humble and grateful and remember from whence you came ^j^

before the fall

There was no pride.  I was just out of sleep and walked to the bathroom.  On the way back i fell on my LEFT side which will give Krystle or somebody a project in the morning when I show up.  I don't know where it hurts yet, ya' know?  Reba gave me a big ass bandage to put on my elbow and the leg is good.  Just a lil

 skin scrape with no blood.  I got lucky, again. I have always been clumsy like "walk into a doorframe" clumsy.  I seriously need a keeper at this point.  I am keepin' on right now because that is all I know to do.  help.pray.hug.love ^j^

walking on water

Today's sermon was about Peter attempting to walk on water after Jesus said "come here" to him .  He asked him to trust in the one who had performed countless miracles in front of him so Peter stepped out of boat but got scared and doubtful.  That is what made him start to sink.  Poor guy still didn't believe in spite of all he had seen.  I can identify with that ya' know?  I myself am a living breathing miracle after several near death experiences yet I still doubt at times.  One of my favorite quotes lately is "Fear is what if.  Faith is even if."  One of my friends asked me recently why good people suffer and I had no answer for that.  Those of us who try and give and help the least of these often suffer devastating life events.  I don't think that freedom from problems is something that you earn from being good.  Tragedy does not make judgement on character.  It just is what it is.  

One of the most chilling stories that I have read lately was about a little girl who trusted a family friend to take her to the bus stop.  He murdered this child by blunt force trauma and threw her body in the river weighted down with a rock and rope.  This child trusted the guy.  He was part of her daily life and lived on the family property.  He had taken her to the bus stop many times before.  What went wrong?  Only God knows where evil lies.  

Anywho...it's warming up here but still windy as heck.  I am hopeful that the propane I have left will last me until it's full on  warm weather.  That is my rambling for today.  God bless you and your mama'n'them ^j^

life as we know it

I made a run to Jackson today and visited with the fam but it was short because Poopie has been acting up.  I hear there's a bug going around so maybe that's it.  No nausea or anything, just explosive shits in a bag.  That burns pretty bad.  I have had three shit pills and two cheese sticks today.  My gut is NOT good.

Lizzie has a front tooth missing that she pulled out all on her own.  Her room is cute and I pray that she will sleep in there!  We went outside and picked tiny flowers while we visited.  That pool looks really inviting come June.  She has a brother and two mamas plus one daddy.  It's kinda' complicated, if you know what I mean.  I just do what I need to do to see her.  She still remembers me.

A couple of years ago we planted a shit ton of tulips in the raised bed that is no more.  Mayberry mowed 'em just tall enough that they are coming back up.  There will be pictures along with the buttercups.  It's spring y'all.

Peace and love ^j^

hippies

I met my dear friend Casey Lou through Mamye.  She cooks her little ass off in the Pepsi Pavilion close to Four Points and it is always great.  There's a flea market going on next door for the next three days so she's going in at 4AM to prep for the crowd.  Today's lunch special was roast with taters, carrots, corn and cornbread.  Plus carrot cake and a drink..  You can't beat that with a stick.  Normally I pick up something and save it fr supper, or "lupper" as it is often called.  I can't eat big all at one time anymore because of you know what.  Gotta' space that shit out, so to speak.  

My entire body is aching due to this incoming front.  I'll be returning to Dynamix tomorrow and again 3 times next week.  It is money well spent for my well being and peace of mind.  During treatment the practitioners chat with me and ask where it hurts.  Then the probing begins and chat changes to "there?  no, there??"  My team has me covered and the sessions often go long which I like.  I'm a sucker for extra attention My friend Carol has actually sent me some Hokas fo' free which I truly appreciate  I think that most of my leg and back problems are related to poor arch support.  

I hope all y'all are able to reach your loved ones on the day that all the towers went dead.  I was able to call and receive as usual.  Me and Reba had a long chat and then me and Mamye got out for a bit.  We cussed every single driver who didn't have the lights on today.  It's so simple, ya know?  Use your blinkers and slow down.  Ain't nothing worth getting killed over even if you're late for work.

I remember one morning during a spring flood when I lived on the hill.  I was due at 6am and headed down the lane to a pile of water which I didn't really know that I could make it through.  In the dark.  I called my boss who wasn't happy and told her I would be there when it was daylight.  And I was.  That poor Camry navigated so much flood water it ain't even funny.

Mozella's house is still on fire, with Keith tending the flames.  I am happy to see it go in spite of all the memories.  As it turns out my stray cat is living down the road from Charlie's house and getting fed and watered.  And it's a girl!  We gotta' come up with a name for that kitty.

May the peace and grace of Christ be with you ^j^

off the grid

I don't know y'all is it just me or what?  It seems like a decade of Mercury in retrograde or some such.  I need to sage this house and start over one.more.time.  I know that there are ghosts in the attic and all over the place but I reckon they watch over me every day.  That's a good thing.

Today was a busy one involving visits with friends.  My mission today was to find a flyswatter and I achieved that.  Me and Reba may just smack that thing to death.  Lunch was at Patsye's cottage in Finley.  That little place is cute as heck and only about a curvy mile from the homeplace.  I swear to you, there is an egg sign in the front yard on the way.  Three bucks a dozen.

We talked a lot about memories and how we got from there to here.  Patsye's food was great and I do believe that cornbread crustini will be in the Back Burner sometime soon.  I was pretty glad to be visiting there instead of working down yonder.

It's so quiet out here that I can hear the birds singing their own songs.  Doves are soothing.  The rest of them just chirp because they're happy for the food.  I haven't fed them this winter except for a few crackers now and then during the snow.  But yet?  They keep on coming back.  That is faith ^j^

going green

It's been loud out here for a couple of hours with a plane flying low over the farm spreading fertilizer on the wheat. It already looks great and will probably make my grass grow too.  Oh yay!  I have checks ready for all the people that I owe and Mayberry is one of them.  So is Butch.  And Pierce.  and ummm.

I sold about a thousand bucks worth of Pampered Chef and thanks to all who ordered.  I have a wish list of things that I would like to get with my part of total sales.  I was about to have a beard so I went to Headlines to see that crew and Nina waxed my face smooth as a baby's butt.  It was good to see all of 'em. There hasn't been much money in the budget for beautification, if you know what I mean.  

Life is hard, according to Scott Peck.  Every little hour and day and week of it presents new challenges.  I was told yesterday that my eyesight, though not terrible, is on the downhill side.  So are my kidneys.  I had a long session today at Dynamix with my favorites and feel much better.  Their client base grows by word of mouth because of their techniques which are not the usual PT.  As long as I have 20 bucks I'll keep going back.

Tomorrow is food pantry day and I may be sore but I'll work through it.  My partner and I can fill enough bags for the week in about an hour.  Then, onto other adventures. Two of my fellow church members are on a mission trip in Honduras.  When you look at the grand scheme of things and how fortunate we are, it's a wakeup call to help the least of these get electricity and water.

I have never been a Joel Osteen fan but I hate that another person with a gun went nuts and hurt others.  Same for Kansas City.  If we put all of our efforts toward responsible gun ownership instead of getting into the business of other countries, it might make a difference and save someone's life.  Like kids and innocent by-standers.  

I am such a little fixer of things like my mother.  Secrets were hidden from me until I was way into adulthood and those things shaped my life.  I knew bits and pieces but now they all fit together.  With age, comes wisdom.  Sometimes.

I scored zero on festivity at Dynamix today but some of them wore heart sweaters and hoodies.  That made me happy and reminded me that it is, indeed, the day of love.  My parents are celebrating their heavenly anniversary.  

All is well ^j^

doppelganger

We have a local mail carrier in the city who looks JUST like Keith Urban.  When I was leaving a friend's house today he was walking up to put her mail in the box and I hollered out "I guess nobody has ever told you who you look like!"  He chuckled and said "Yeah, I get that all the time.  Cutie patootie.

I was without a laptop all weekend and thought I would go stir crazy.  Since I have no "real" TV and the phone is way little I depend on this laptop for all things.  I visited my local optometrist today, knowing that my vision was getting worse.  He told me that I have some macular degeneration and referred me to a specialist in Jackson.  I don't know if it's hereditary but my mother was legally blind when she died from the degeneration.  He called it geographic degeneration whatever that means.  He said that there are several new drugs on the market to treat the disorder but that means they will be expensive.  Lerd.

Believe it or not, I still had pecans hitting the roof yesterday during the wind and rain.  I'll give them a few days to dry out and finish up for this season.  It's been a long one that started in October.  My friend who has an orchard in Lake County told me that she had lost about 2000 pounds to poachers this season.  When I last dropped off a load to sell, there was a guy on a bicycle in front of me who didn't have much.  Evidently he made enough for some liquor because I saw him cruise up to the store on his bike.  

The rose that Mamye got me is still not completely open and sits in my great grandmother's etched vase on the desk.  I am weary and worried about a lot of things and honestly don't know who to believe anymore.  I do know that something is out of whack with the universe because everybody is going through some drama.  And it ain't even a full moon.

I hope that you all get some love and appreciation for V Day even if it's just a verbal "I love you."  Poopie is acting up again and that will be a never ending saga.  I ran out of wax rings that protect my stoma so I'm waiting for Amazon to deliver those.  

Be safe.  Keep the faith.  And always remember who you are ^j^

hackers suck

There will be no more blogging until I get my laptop cleaned.  My PayPal account has been compromised and a lot of other things.  It's sort of hard to find somebody reliable to do a clean but this laptop is good and worth saving.  My bank's fraud department has been notified about all of these issues and if I can find somebody to do the clean, I can retain online banking.  This happened to me exactly one year ago when I was trying to recover Facebook.  Live and learn girl.  This kind of mayhem makes me want to just live on cash.

I met my friend Mary today and we talked about everything and anything while sharing a table at Green Frog.  Miss Reba's granddaughter is getting married tomorrow so we have to get her spruced up for a facetime attendance.  That will be after an early PT appointment at Dynamix.  Ironically, I missed my appointment with the ortho group today because I'm so disorganized.  She told me if the PT was working not to come back so there ya' go.  They are doiong wonders with this tired old body.  

Mamye and I did her rounds today and she bought me lunch from Hippies.  Casey Lou always has good club sammies and I asked for mine on untoasted bread.  Much better!  No lettuce or tomato...just meat.  

I will see y'all on the other side of this, no matter what.  And honestly?  I can do what I need to do on my phone.  And watch Netflix or read a book.  Much less stressful.  Y'all keep the faith ^j^

under construction

 I've been pretty silent lately which is not like me.  I remember one time that my friend Chuck in Washington told me that I was a consistent blogger.  Ya' think?  Not so much lately.  I tend to write more when times are hard and right now I'm feeling blessed.  I have a home and a cat, and a car and food.  Many people would think that this is paradise.  And to me?  It is.

I've gone full circle since I moved into this cabin in 1956.  Somehow it took us a year to get out here but I was a newborn so I don't remember.  Most of my memories are of growing up on this farm and all that was involved with that.  Daddy always did a garden (huge) and Mama processed all of it by hook or crook.  We always ate good,  Daddy had cattle so there was the usual  hay drop off for those heifers and their babies.  One time my ex got caught by one of 'em and pinned in by the gate at pregnancy check time.   He never helped again...LOL.

There were horses, one named Thunderbolt.  He lived at the barn just right past my house.  When I was on the hill, there were two.  Poor Pride froze to death behind the barn and is buried there.  I ran into Gerald Brandon at breakfast yesterday and asked about his 80th birthday party.  He is now our Samaria Bend elder and has been for some time since Mozella passed.  The rest of us will just have to keep the memories alive by word of mouth and pictures.

My most fav photo of all time is of this very cabin during the gravel road time in sepia tones.  It was taken on the western side of Samaria Bend from the road.  I'll have to find that one.

Y'all be blessed ^j^

it is over (almost)

Patty and I have worked for about 3 months hard to harvest all the pecans that have fallen from Daddy's trees.  O.M.G.  what a bounty.  I'm taking them to sell on Monday and will lift a bag.  If they want 'em, help an old lady out.

Meanwhile, mowing season is almost upon us so I need to pay Mayberry so he will continue to mow this acre.  And Butch is on the top of the list also.  It's so warm I have plenty of gas for the logs.  I don't believe the central unit has kicked on in a week or more.  I open the doors a lot.  Propane stinks!

The peepers are all alive in February fashion.  That's when I know that spring is on the way.  In March, but don't plant before Good Friday.  There WiLL be a freeze.  It got my peach tree last year but those apples just kept on coming.  Y'all be blessed.  My friend Casey's mama died and there is a fish fry up at Mel's Diner to help cover expense.  Ten bucks for a fish plate ain't a bad deal.

I pray for all of us, all the time.  Keeping the faith ^j^