Distractions and Destiny.

 Distractions and Destiny.

 

Connie called and we went to the Hibiscus Café out on Burkburnett Road. She had one of those rolled up “gyros” that are called “heroes.” Apparently, she thought it was heroic and tasty. The Greek salad with lamb was totally scrumptious! Had to have a take-home box for it, but would order it again in a heartbeat! Then we had that neat stuff called tiramisu that tastes a bit like coffee in the morning. Ummmm. SO tasty. We shared one piece. It was not cheap, but it was worth the money. Anyway, Lowry Mayo has been suggesting that we could go somewhere other than Pioneer for lunch next time. Guess what is going to be suggested to him!! Hope the rest of the Route 66 Group will be willing to try this. They have plenty of seating, and it’s very clean and pretty in there.

 

Visited for a few minutes with my neighbor across the street. We talked about how high the wind gets out here on this hill above the lake. Sometimes it is colder in winter and hotter in summer than the “official” numbers, but it still seems to me to be the nicest place in WF to live. Guess the fifty-four years has made an impression on me that is not likely to wear off anytime soon.

 

Lesli said that Dr. Parkey is going to put Anne on Hospice tomorrow. She has become totally non-responsive now. Guess she just talked to me the other day because it is pretty hard to ignore the old woman. Even so, she was so very tired. Les said Anne said “no” to water for her. And she could not make herself open her eyes. It’s just that time now. Feel for Erin and Lesli. Know how it is. Jennifer sat with me while Daddy breathed his last and took Mom out to the smoking porch until they came and got him. Stuff like that is hard. But at least she was with me. Offered to be there for Les. She has her husband and boys at Anne’s house, but that is not the same as her husband being able to sit with her. She says their tickets to fly back are for Tuesday, but that may change. We really don’t have much choice in life or death sometimes. They can call it destiny or eventuality or whatever, but it is one of the cycles of life. The wheat seed goes into the ground to bring back another plant for the sheaf. God’s plans are His business.

 

Sterling loaned his tractor to a friend and took the guy’s tractor to be worked on. Now he has to go get the guy’s repaired tractor and take it to him, then bring his own back home. So glad he is kind to others that way. Know how much it means to be without what you need to work.

 

Clint Robertson (neighbor) was admiring my airplane on the post out front. Told him Sterling built it and two more for the kids. Also, told him about the big ones Sterling is making now. It takes two days of work to make the big planes with lots of pieces, sanding, shaping, etc. He said they would have to be at least $60 a plane for him to make $30 a day for his work! Now if the guy lived closer, he could just take a case of beer over there and probably enjoy helping make one. Wish the old woman was that gifted, but even the TV gives me fits!

 

Got three sedum plants put into dirt this afternoon. Can’t stop sneezing now. Not sure if it is the stuff in the air or if maybe something in the potting soil was waiting for me to inhale! Oh well.

 

Dava did a good job of stretching me into noodle shapes this morning when she did my massage. Felt pretty good, though. Have another one scheduled for next month. If this helps the neuropathy as much as the first time, will just keep it up. Can’t imagine that stretching the muscles takes that much pressure off the nerves, but guess it makes sense. Anyway, she found all the sore places in my shoulders. Going to use Cindy Jones’ corn bags in the microwave and put that heat on my neck and shoulder and see what that does. Can’t hurt, that’s for sure.

 

Really don’t know doodly squat, but looking forward to seeing my kids (maybe) on Saturday. We will see if that happens. Meanwhile have heard all the latest dreadful forecasting of future events and just find myself inclined to want to turn my back on all the GAR-bAge. It can’t be much worse than it was during the Depression and when all the banks closed and Wall Street had folks jumping from windows. We may all learn to eat purslane and tumbleweed roots before it’s all over. And the doves! Dadgum critters that eat chicken feed as if it were dust! Anybody wanna trap doves out of my hen house?

 

Let us pray for peace—world peace and peace of mind. Let us realize that joy is ours even at the worst times when the days still dawn and the sun still sets in the west. May God look upon us with His mercy.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.