The Meaning of Time.
Anne says that if you don’t think you have time to do
something, just go lie down in a bed in the nursing home. Time is there for
thoughts and any planning or dreams you might ever have had. Just don’t plan on
getting things done. It is a noisy place when it really should be much quieter
in some ways. Voices carry. Doors bang. Things fall on the floors. And you just
about hear them all. Walking out to pick up the eggs tonight, the voices of the
scissortail flycatchers made me smile. Of all the noises from the highway that
rumble throughout the day, their quiet voices are still sweet to me when heard
either early or late. They need bird songs in that nursing home.
Two dogs happily greeted my arrival this evening. Thompson
said he needed something from the icebox. Got out some cheese sticks and now
both dogs are happy. Well, come to think of it, the old woman is happy to be
here with them. My supper is in the microwave cooling down. Think a bottle of
that Shiner Bock would be perfect with broccoli beef Tai Pei. Anne had an egg
salad sandwich. Who would have thought that would be her favorite sandwich! Cut
up in enough small pieces, it worked out well for her. Really wish she did not
have to go through this mess. Was thinking of how easily it went for my mom:
just went to sleep with a smile on her face.
Remember to ask God to give us all His mercy. What more could
we ask. You are loved.
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