A Freaking Flu Shot.

 A Freaking Flu Shot.

 

Got two things done today: the truck is inspected, and the little sticker thing is ready to go on its front windshield. Got that last part purchased at Market Street. Very convenient. While at MS, got my flu shot in my left arm because the last one was in the right arm and was hardly able to raise my arm to brush my teeth. Good thing to remember. That was before noon today. My left shoulder is already swollen and sore as a poisoned pup! They give a double dose to old folks to see just how tough they are—or for some reason. Maybe they think they can get rid of more of us this way. Good golly, Miss Molly!

 

They had a display of actual bones for dogs. Not sure what part of a cow this came out of, but the dogs appreciated chewing on them. Right now, both bones (out of a sleeve of six) have place of pride on Thompson’s soft bed here in the living room. They really did not fuss over them—surprise, surprise. Still have not made a trip to the feed store. Some ol’ woman is just a wee bit lazy.

 

Jerry’s place has been very busy all day while the man who bought the house and land has been trying to get it ready to move in. Saw him putting in a window last night. It looks good. It’s small, but it was just one that led to the bathroom—if that is still what is on the other side now. Whatever. It looks as if someone cares.

 

Got up early this morning and called Pinnacle to get my internet up and working. It took about an hour, but it was up and doing just fine. Seems they had a part on the tower that just discombooberated. MS Word does not approve of my word choice there. Big whoop. Anyway, thought my blog did not go through last night, but apparently it posted right before the internet crashed.

 

Just in case any of you are wondering: whoever accepted the invitation to this blog can see what is here or even post here (though few would ever post pretty pictures and poems like Keith does), and no one else can see what the old woman has posted or any of your replies. That is why it is called a private blog. Not particularly interested in fussing with anyone about my opinions or beliefs. And if something you say is either tacky or derogatory toward others, it just disappears if it ticks me off. My brother Sterling is not on FB at all any longer—and neither is my oldest son. FB is a time killer, among other things, but it suits my pace of life at the moment.

 

Sterling said they got a good boot-up-the-rear-end sermon Sunday. We were talking about those pastors who can seem to find just the right words to correct our attitudes without calling out names. Sterling brought at least five commentaries to talk about when he came to help me back on the last week of my recuperation. He talked. He expressed his opinion and approval of these guys and their take on the Bible. Finally, told him (again) today that what Paul said about differences in opinions about what was going on after the death of Christ: He knew Christ and Him crucified and risen. That was all that was necessary. Back then they had false teachers, false teaching, and general all-around judgmental attitudes just like they have today with sects, cults, divisions, and whatever else Satan can dredge up to cause problems. We need to keep an eye out for those who try to make loving Christ and others a hardship. We have one job: love God and your fellowman as yourself. Yeah, easier said than done, but definitely not as confusing as some of the trappings of so-called Christian sects. Nuff said.

 

Just got a message from my niece. Dr. Parkey said it MIGHT be possible for Anne to go home on hospice with the extra assistance provided by hospice and the VA. And he is putting her on some kind of anti-nausea med that is marijuana based that is not as hard on a person as most diuretics. This may end up being a day-by-day decision. At least he is not ready to let her go home right now until she is stronger. Please continue to pray for her and her children.

 

The old woman is tired this evening. The older, the crankier, ya know. Picked up some white mushrooms and some spinach-artichoke humus at Market Street. They gave me a ten percent rebate on my few little things simply because they provided the flu shot. We were both happy with that situation.

 

Maybe tomorrow will be an even better day than this one has been. Good things come to us all eventually. And God provides beautiful views of the moon, the sunrises, sunsets, and even some happy critters who get between your feet and chuckle when fed. May you all let Him know of your appreciation for all His gifts. You are loved.