It's pretty sad when you "know" someone from FB and from other friends and feel such a sense of loss. Know his little dogs will miss him forever until they are gone as well. Charlie Anderson was a very sweet man. He knew Robin had cancer and married her anyway and supported her through thick and thin--mostly through her pain and his. Charlie had had a stroke, and that may have left him vulnerable to this danged virus, but he tried to do everything to keep from getting it, and still died of it. Not sure that we can even avoid it if things are meant to be. But the main thing is that we learn quickly that it is not THINGS that ever matter; it is people and love. Being able to DO things for our families matters, too. Letting them know that we care about them no matter what they do or how they feel about things--that is love. Our love is going to always be there for them. We should all let our families know that this is our way of holding them up to God--with our love and our prayers.
Read something by Mariellen Showhalter Rose today that made me think of Sharon Dickerson and her shirt pillows. She had a shirt from her son Hal who died. She made a pillow from it and had suggested that Lewis' shirts might make good pillows for me and the kids. Not sure if they would want one, but guess it would not hurt to ask as there are at least three shirts left that just would not come out of the closet. This house echoed the longest from the lack of sounds. It still makes me cry to remember him and his big feet on the desk, his steps down the hall, his sighs as we rested at night. Just miss him terribly at times. Just have to keep putting one foot in front of the other and tell myself he would want some things done a certain way. He knew it would be hard. Have to make myself find happiness in whatever way is there for me. Now BOTH dogs are on me! Sylvia takes care of breathing; Thompson takes care of tears. God blessed me with these two critters.
Read an article today about why we vote in vote in November and why a Tuesday. Very interesting, and it is totally appropriate to our early agrarian society. In November the harvests were finished. Tuesday was soon enough after Sunday to give farmers time to get to the voting places--usually by horse or mule. Wednesdays were market days--not a good day to vote. Anyway, a few folks on FB feel we are in for some major social turmoil in the next few weeks--especially if the outcome is not totally clear right away. God bless this nation!
The dogs joined me in sharing a very tender ribeye steak for breakfast. They got the strips of fat and a couple of tiny slivers of gristle. It was just a very good, tasty steak. Have one more for breakfast in the morning. Just about enough food to make an entire day!
Need to call Cindy Jones and see if she is available to receive some milk jars to be dropped off at the Smith house. Saw on FB that the boys had taken a wagon to their neighborhood for goodies. Those boys! They will be on a sugar high for the next month! And Cindy has to home school those hyper ones! But here is betting she can handle it!
This morning the hot pack Cindy made for me worked well on my neck and upper back. Had never realized how much good hot packs could do until this one was applied to my sore neck. It works! Of course, the cream that Michelle Malay gave me as an arthritis rub helped. It is amazing how many places on our bodies can hurt for no good reason! But some things really do help to alleviate the problems.
Still did not get the wings clipped last night. Was just tired and ready to go to sleep. It also occurred to me that it could be done before the sun came up--still dark, ya know. Can get up earlier than going to bed late. As it is, the sun goes down around 6:30. It is pretty dark early on, so maybe the old woman just needs to grit her teeth and go get it done tonight. sigh Not my favorite job. They squawk and really act as if they are being tortured. Maybe in their little pea brains it IS a type of torture. My little dinosaurs!
My arm is not very sore this morning, but it definitely has a tenderness where the flu shot took effect. Just a tad warm, too. Hope this stupid shot is doing some good. But at least it does not seem to have caused any harm so far.
Laundry, the third load, going now. Somewhere in all the clothes and blankets taken out of the dryer, a wool ball has disappeared. Eventually, probably when a blanket is spread out on the bed, that wool ball will reappear. If nothing else, a dog will find it! Sylvia brought me her favorite tennis ball this morning. It was totally folded in half. Makes me wonder how she does that!
Kaylee's mom sent out an email saying that the girl is doing fairly well. She also thanked us for the prayers. Please remember to continue to pray for Kaylee and her family. They took the entire right frontal lobe of her brain, so it will take some time for her to recover.
Sterling just called and made me laugh about some of the things we remembered from when we were growing up. Beverly Furhman riding the bull over at the rodeo and pushing a little boy down the slide into a mudpuddle on the playground were just two of the things we talked about. Funny what we remember about our lives when we reminisce with a sibling. We also laughed about Ray Stevens and The Streak and Ahab the Arab. That guy is talented still.
Eggs need to be gathered before one of the big hens mush the little ones. May you each find happiness in your day. You are loved.
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