Maybe Tomorrow.
Connie Cooke took us over to Cracker Barrel where we
celebrated her birthday. Then she hauled my backside all over town and pointed
out a few places after we finally found the P.E.T.S. clinic for helping out
folks with spay and neuter services for their critters. Found the resale shop
for Faith Services and the Habitat for Humanity store. Was able to point out to
her several places where my dad used to work: welding kept our family fed and
in wheels as needed—nothing fancy, but serviceable. Anyway, she knew the old
woman just needed a change of scenery, so that is what she provided. A good
friend is a treasure, dear hearts.
Jennifer said that their youngest son nearly got swept away
on his way to class the other day and had to sit there soaked from head to foot,
but apparently the instructor understood. Grayson’s last class for his master’s
degree started and then the instructor tested positive for that danged virus,
so it will be at least two weeks of online classes. Bleah! Jennifer has to ride
to work (early and late) with Gary because the water will float her little mini
cooper thing between home and the shop. Lance said that they got a toad
strangler today. We got a shower and a heck of a lot more humidity. Oh, joy.
Guess my attitude stinks, but should just be thankful to see grass coming up
out in the back yard.
Can’t think of nary a thing that really feels uplifting
right this moment, but know that being grateful is still the critical choice
for moods and sanity. Let us all be grateful for life and all blessings.
Pray for peace. You are loved.
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