Sam's Pizza.

 Sam’s Pizza.

 

Have not eaten ANY pizza in years! Went to pick up the arthritis pills at Sam’s for Thompson and got hooked on the smell of pizza, so this evening, Thompson, Sylvia, and the old woman have had some pizza. One pizza should be at least two or three meals unless the indigestion kills one of us first. Also, found out that it costs zero dollars to have Thompson’s meds sent to me in the mail. Super duper!

 

Saw my favorite doctor today and didn’t even mind getting weighed in. And THAT is saying something. Her nurse is so thin and active now that it is embarrassing for an old critter like me to weigh probably twice as much as that young thing! Oh well. Kissi loved my “Up” blouse almost as much as Jennifer did when she picked it out. Took it off before even opening the pizza box. SUCH a sweet blouse with all the balloons and little houses on it. Had to tell Kissi that it was the last movie that we took the Ostand boys to see together. It was SO much fun. They took turns yelling “squirrel” all the way home.

 

Got an injection in my knee and am supposed to behave myself and stay off of it. Clearing my throat here. Brought my little ice pack in here to the office to place on the knee, but wondering how well it will be able to stay on there. Anyway, will be taking the arthritis pills regularly for a while to get this thing back in some kind of shape. Kissi just warned that it will feel much better but that in feeling better, it doesn’t mean walking more on it. Such is life.

 

Sterling called and needed the names of a couple of folks who knew the parents but who were not related. Thought of Roger and Sterling thought of Maggie. Guess the title company will take care of that. Jim Simmons gave the house to his son, but he does not want to be a landlord. Don’t blame him. With a clear title, he should not have problems selling the little house. It was well made when Dad and Granddad Pollard built it and then built on to it. It was a good home for us when we were growing up.

 

Reading a series of books about the daughter of a police detective who was killed because of a drug gang. The closer it gets to the end of the series, the closer it comes to exposing the gang members and how they have corrupted the town and its city council. It is just amazing to think that this could happen just anywhere. Jerry Hobbs used to tell me that every bail imposed on every druggie was simply a cash payment to the big crooks. How very sad! It is pretty believable when compared to what this book has portrayed.

 

My neighbor across the street just threatened me with her B-B gun if she sees me out messing around. Sitting here laughing. Shona is so very sweet. She even offered to drive me to see the doctor today. Things have not come to that point yet, but it is great to know that she would do that for me!

 

If the mosquitoes don’t carry it off, some bunch of dipsticks drove a car into the lot down at the end of the street. Called the police to let them know that it is a “suspicious” vehicle. Could not remember the color, but it is sort of darkish silverish. Someone probably needs their car back, too. Have no idea what kind it is, but told the dispatcher that it is not a Ford or Chevrolet. How’s that for attention to silly brands!

 

The state is working hard to get Kemp leveled out and rebuilt now, but even with the working men out there in various lanes, folks are driving down that road as if it were a race track! Idiots are going to get someone hurt! May all of those men be protected!

 

All the big fuss over the “Last Supper” was about a picture of a pagan feast that the Greeks had that was painted by someone other than Leonardo. The hedonism of the Greeks was well known at one time, but history is not taught along those lines any longer. Shucks. Most folks don’t know the origins of most of our “holy days=holidays” anyway. Oh well. Someday history will unfold in a different way entirely. Won’t it be something to see things from God’s point of view!

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.