SOUND Sleep!

 SOUND Sleep!

 

Woke up a little after 3 a.m. as usual, but guess who just fell right back to sleep! Think the old woman’s body needed the rest. The arthritis pills might have made a difference, too. The dogs were snuggly last night as well. Thompson did not even ask to be let out, but Sylvia wanted out around 5:30. She came right back to bed and snored! Funny dog. Love my critters.

 

Two different people posted that they had received “friends” requests on FB yesterday. It made me wonder if my account really had been hacked. Tried to think of a different password that no one would consider but that my feeble mind could remember. Upper- and lower-case letters combined with numbers and a character from the upper reaches of the keyboard seem to work for most things, but then remembering why and what. Whoo boy! Some things just irritate the crud right out of me, and having to change my passwords is one of them. Guess it will get done today no matter what. Jennifer gave me a password book since she might need to know those things—plus, her mother’s memory is semi-strange. Still can’t remember what happened to the sharp shooter used last week. Good thing another one is in the workshop.

 

Gregg took the bucket of weird nails, screws, antique faucet handle, strange nuts and bolts, and assorted metal junk that made me feel totally unorganized. Despise those things that don’t have “normal” Phillips or straight edge ends for screwing into things. Thought yesterday that a rearrangement of the chicken ladder might help in the front coop. Still have not made any progress on that endeavor, but maybe today.

 

Have been listening to short sermons every day by a man called Trent something or other. It is not the man who is so inspiring, but the situations he recalls or reminds us about in real life. So much of my parents’ lives was accompanied by prayer. They even had a car called “Old Hope So” because they felt that it only got where they were going when they prayed and said that they hoped they would get where they were going. Can’t even tell you how many of their grands have used that old Chevy to get somewhere. Think it may run on prayers still. My life feels as if it is still under the shining cloud of some of my parents’ prayers. And now my children—grands and all—have no idea how many prayers are given each day for them and their friends. For instance, a friend of Jenn and Gary’s has her mother at home under Hospice. Sheila has no idea how many prayers have been sent above for her and her mom, but she, too, is one of my “children.”

 

Read an article earlier about some parents in another country whose 15-year-old daughter was taken from them because they did not think the puberty blockers she wanted to take were good for her. She wants to be a boy. While that may be what she feels like in her head or in her desires, the drugs that she wanted to take could cause all kinds of problems. Anyway, it feels stupid to take the child away from her loving parents who were otherwise ok with her wanting to be a boy. Hello! Many women would like to be able to avoid some of the changes that make us into women! But drugs or surgeries to change folks into one or the other may cause more problems than anyone could imagine. It seems we are never really all that satisfied with what God has created.

 

Made a short pot of coffee this morning—short meaning barely four cups. Not sure this day can even begin to get started with only coffee. A good kick in the derriere might help, but that is not likely to happen since the dogs can’t reach that high! Guess the living room will just have to be the only room to get vacuumed and scrubbed today. We will see.

 

While the world is busy trying to blow up different parts and cities, let us concentrate for now on the devastation right here at home. God lets us have these horrible storms, but we need to do something to keep folks safe and high above such floods as the South is having currently from this latest hurricane—especially since it seems another is on its way! With all the innovative ways homes can be made from semi-indestructible materials, surely, we can come up with container homes or something along those lines where people can live and be protected from the elements. Maybe so many of those containers that go on ships can be temporarily put in areas to house folks until something more permanent can be constructed. The infrastructure has been wiped out in more than one place because of the destruction of water pipes, electrical grids, and sewer lines. These are just the basics of any community, so those things need to be re-located and given priority for rebuilding any area. Wood does not hold up to 130 mph winds. Nothing except metal and heavy bricks will withstand hurricane forces. And a flood is impossible if a home or any building is directly in its line of fire. Common sense and some innovations would go a long way to helping these communities. Meanwhile, let us pray diligently for those who have lost homes, animals, but mostly their friends and family members. May God comfort them and give them peace.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.