Residual Blessings.

 Residual Blessings.

 

Bought some decaf coffee recently and have been trying to cut down on how much caffeine the old woman consumes. Can have an entire pot of the hot stuff this way. The headaches are about gone now, so that is a good thing. Still try to stay away from the Dr Peppers in the back room as they have as much or more go juice in them as coffee. Good reasons exist for not having that much excitement in my life starting with the first cup of anything in the morning. Last night reminded me that one can of Coke had left my brain on overdrive by bedtime. Had to get up and take something to get my mind to shut the hey up. Overslept. Ticked off hens. Sigh.

 

Did some mending yesterday on my favorite sweater jacket lining. Had to use a large needle and still had some interesting things to say to that thread and the eye that kept sliding right on by. Great to have distance vision as good as God could provide, but the steady hand and up-close work is a bit of a challenge. Just happy to be able to still know how to do what has to be done to keep my clothes in presentable shape. Had to tell a friend about learning to sew on buttons. That was one of the first lessons Mom had for me. Then one Sunday Daddy’s shirt needed a button sewn on. Mom had a needle already threaded on her sewing table, so the button got sewn on rather quickly for the trip to church. When Daddy saw the button: “Gene! She used blue thread on my white shirt!” Giggling. Daddy was not pleased. Imagine that!

 

It's been one of those days that reminds a person of how very nice it is to have some things delivered to the house. Umpteen years ago—back before my time—some small-town grocers got a list from their customers and delivered to their homes. Well, some things have come back around. The big difference is that the list is on the computer on the store’s website. And the store charges close to ten dollars for the delivery fee. Today the old woman decided she could do it herself. Went to Aldi’s, which is at least a dollar cheaper on nearly everything. Bought four pounds of butter—nearly $4 a pound!! Used to get it for $2 a pound. Sigh. Got a ten-pound sack of chicken quarters for $4 something where United charges $6 a sack. Anyway, it was a costly trip simply because looking at things makes them more desirable than simply filling out a list of things that are planned into meals. Such is life. THEN the sacking of the stuff, putting it into the truck, coming home to use the little blue wagon to haul the stuff into the house and put it all away. Yep, it is a job for muscles.

 

Took a couple of buckets of water out to the hens. Could have used the hose, but hooking it up includes remembering to remove it and put the freeze guard back on the faucet. Haven’t really looked at the weather forecast to see how many nights might not go down to freezing for a while. Feel so very sorry for those folks up North who have no water and everything frozen solid or worse. God, please bless them. Can’t imagine having a baby in that kind of situation and not having wipes, water, or oodles of diapers to use. The elderly and the littles are so very vulnerable in these situations. That is not even considering all the dogs, cats, chickens and whatever is roaming around trying to find a warm spot.

 

Need to call my friend Barbara and see if she wants these eggs. Sent the ones on the table home with Lance the day she was here. Now have 18 in a carton that would do for her and Mike. Just called her and she was in a bit of a slump and then some. Her grandson, her grandson-in-law (same thing as a grandson?), and a friend of theirs were in a bad wreck the night before Christmas. The grandson is still iffy but better—crushed hip and head injury among other things. The grandson-in-law broke a leg and foot and has had one surgery and another scheduled for tomorrow. They have kept the doctors busy. The other young man, thrown through the window, is being taken to Dallas as a donor. God bless these young men and their families! Such a waste and so sad. Please pray for the grandson—Clanton Sanderson, and for the grandson-in-law Ashton Tedwell. Know this is going to hurt Barbara and Mike until their children are back to decent health. The parents of that young man who is a donor are going to be crying for a long time. No one’s pain ever hurts just the one person, does it.

 

Let us rejoice in knowing that God will give each of us peace. It is His promise. May we show others His love as He has loved us.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.