Trying to Remember Days of the Week.
Years ago—back when Mom was still in charge of sending us
to school after getting us fed, having us brush our teeth, and then sending us
out the door—it did not matter to me what day of the week it was. Not sure when
it finally occurred to me that time was drawn up in days, weeks, months, and
then seasons. For umpteen years of my youth, my mind separated time in school
and not school periods. Summer was “not school.” Somehow, after the children
all grew up and left home, for at least a little while, my mind did not
associate time with school seasons. Then the grandchildren came along and their
time was allotted to times to be in school. In fact, with online classes, it
seemed their time was constant school time no matter what time of the year it
was. With Grayson’s completion of his master’s degree, he is the only
grandchild no longer stuck in the school calendar. Two more grands will finish
in May, and one is in indefinite limbo until she goes back to school after a
break. Sitting here hoping that she goes back anyway and gets that little piece
of paper denoting a college education has been completed.
The point of this little review of perceptions is that
while time doesn’t really change, our viewpoints change as we age. This week
will be sectioned between Tuesday and Friday because those are trash pickup
days. When appointments occur, as they sometimes do, my mind centers a week
around before and after that appointment. And then there are the mornings that
just waking up is about all a person can deal with. Was supposed to go to
Nocona with Connie today. She did not feel like getting out of bed this
morning, so we get to consider some other time for that trip. Yep, old age has
its own calendar!
Have a third book in a series to read today. Have no idea
if the series has another book in it, but you can bet your bippy that it will
be on my Kindle as soon as this one is finished. Super good story.
The air tonight is absolutely saturated with dust and gunk
to make it difficult to breathe and hard to blink an eye. Yuck and stuff
already! This wind is a mess, but the other stuff on top of it actually could
make a person ill. Here’s hoping that tomorrow is better.
Saw that Putin has invested in mercenary troops that are
cleaning out any and all prisons to use those men as soldiers. Guess that is one
way to clean out a prison. They don’t exactly get to volunteer, ya know. It
would be about like lining up the criminally insane and taking them to the
border on the south to clean up the mess down there. No one would stand a
chance, and the horrors would never stop. Wars have always seemed like a type
of insanity, but our world just gets more depraved every day. God be with us!
Will tell you that the visit with Michelle Malay was heartwarming.
Love that lady. And tomorrow will get to visit with old friends from school.
While the world around us may be getting stranger by the day, we still know
that many of the people we have known forever are so very loving. Tonight we
can pray for those we know—and those we don’t know—that healing can be on
everyone. Health, peace, faith, love are just the things that God has promised.
Now or later, His timing is the best. Let us praise His name.
Rest well, my friends. You are loved.
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