Friendships and Concerns.

 Friendships and Concerns.

 

Sometimes it is very difficult to not worry about someone you love, especially if the person lives too far away to be handy for drop-in visits. Twelve hours is a bit too much of a drive to be handy, don’t ya see. Just called my friend’s daughter-in-law to check to see what her family is going to try to get her to do.  Thinking that an assisted living arrangement would be about the best bet, but some of us little ol’ ladies are mighty independent and persnickety about living arrangements and about places we are willing to settle on. So, my friend’s family are sending one grandchild to stay with the grandmother until she makes up her mind what to do. Knowing how stubborn the old woman of this house is, all my thoughts are for patience and for the blessings of trying to help the entire family. Life is never sure or easy.

 

Stephen came this morning and took the battery off my mower. It turned out to be bad, so he bought a new one and then tried to get the mower started. He had to use the jumper cables to start it, but it would run just fine—but it did not want to mow. Pull up—or push down--on the knob to get it to mow, and it just died. He left it out in the side lot and left to see if a man could take it to work on. Meanwhile, he plans to have one of the boys come and mow what needs to be mown. And yes, again, pretty persnickety about what is to be mowed and what is NOT to be mowed. Nothing is ever just simple around here. Just so very glad that Stephen will come to help me.

 

The green grass and the smell of the hyacinths blooming is so comforting and encouraging. Spring may not have sprung just yet—after all, the mesquites have not budded out yet—but all the green in the views makes me hopeful. And how anyone could mistake the joy in the birds’ songs for anything other than encouragement is beyond me. A few little gnats—not the buffalo kind—were flying outside the house the other evening. Good snacks for the flying feathers of hope around here!

 

Patty called earlier and told me that the new mail lady had left my package at her house and had not left her mail that she was supposed to receive. Know it is hard on these folks who never run the same route twice in a week, but this house number is four and Patty’s is six. To top it off, Patty opened the package because we both get our meds from OptumRx. She knew something was wrong when she saw the name of the pills. Oh well. No big deal as long as neighbors are friendly with each other. Now in Henrietta, that might not work. My sister-in-law did not get her meds, and the person who got her package opened and took stuff out. She was pretty upset that the lady would not give it back to her after they discovered who had received it. Crazy people. Actually, wondering how in the world someone could not get in trouble big time for such silliness. And, too, would not want someone else’s medication!

 

How many of you have what is called “comfort foods” that you want when nothing else appeals? The old woman is supposed to stay away from potatoes, but guess what she wants right now! Yep, potatoes sound so good right this minute. Not sure if it is stress related or just orneriness on my part, but sometimes the only food that sounds good is mashed or baked potatoes. Guess a fire on the stove under a pan and a few ‘tators will do the trick.

 

The world keeps turning and folks keep doing the stuff that they will do, no matter what is good for anyone. We simply have to rely on God’s mercy to live day by day. Accepting His will should be as comforting as potatoes and a big slab of real cow’s butter. But we have to look at it first from two or three directions before we can make ourselves realize that what goes on in the world is not our choice. We can only ask God to help us become what He wants us to be—in His time, in His way. Let us remember to thank Him for His love each day.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.