The Closet Floor!
Yep, got everything removed from the closet floor and have
about half of it sitting in the living room ready to be loaded up to take to
the women’s shelter store. Mopped the closet floor and the bathroom floor, so
there’s that! Found a couple of things that had been forgotten—gun cleaning kit,
for one. It’s not like the gun has been used. Praise God!
Have two adult size suitcases and one the size a kid would
need. Tried to get in touch with CASA, but they have a recording on their
phone. Nope. Not sitting around waiting for someone to answer their phone. Will
just load these up and haul them to the women’s store. Probably need to go
through the other bedroom and get rid of stuff out of that room. Why do we keep
things?
Cooked the five-pound package of hamburger this morning to
use on top of the dog kibble. If you don’t think that they don’t infuse water
in that stuff, just try roasting it in a completely empty roaster. Bet there is
a quart of water in there! Ask me if it irks me!!
Have a load of laundry to fold and put away and a load of white
socks on for the second wash. Even put bleach in the first time, but they just
did not come good and clean. Hmm. Can’t use most detergents, but really would
like to have my whites turn out white!
Think the gray hen has been mentioned here—moulting—losing feathers
everywhere! This morning, she looks more blue than gray. The pen feathers are a
solid blue! It would be beautiful if the feathers came in that same blue color!
Ok, the roaster is cleaned, the colander cleaned, dippers
and such are in the drain rack, and the meat is packed in Ziplock bags. Breathing
a little bit more easily now that little task is completed. Will haul the stuff
up to where the back of the women’s store is up near United now. It is such a
beautiful day!
Made some pimento cheese stuff the other day to eat on celery
and other veggies. For some reason it did not stick together as it normally
does. Hmm. Have never had that happen before. Maybe it was the type of mayonnaise
or something of that nature. Know that some cheeses don’t stick together well,
but this was just a large package of mixed cheeses. No biggie. No one is going
to gripe about it except the old woman!
Finished reading the first book of Corinthians. In the 14th
chapter, Paul said that women are to remain silent in church and ask their
husbands at home if they have questions. And truly, the Old Testament churches—even
in the time of Christ—had the women separated from the men. But you can bet
your bottom dollar that Christ would have mentioned to Paul that in the kingdom,
there will be no male nor female, no marriages or giving in marriage. Then,
too, there are women like this old woman who would not keep their mouths shut
regardless of Paul or any other disciple. For one thing, there was a woman apostle—Junia.
Look her up if you doubt. Even Paul was taught by his mother and grandmother!
Whether or not they stood up in front of a congregation to teach is another
question altogether. But for the situation that faced Paul in Corinth, too many
wanted to speak in tongues or prophecy so that there was confusion. We will suppose
that Paul was striving for order in the churches with his command that women
should remain silent. Even so, that one or two verses in Corinthians has been
the bedrock of keeping women quiet and not allowing ministers to be women. Such
a shame that truth has to wear pants. It’s not that she has something to say,
but don’t forbid her from saying what is on her mind.
The trip to the women’s resale shop has been made, the
closet door closed on more space, and the eyebrow raised for a possible
tackling of the extra bedroom tomorrow. And spring has not even begun to be
sprung! Maybe getting a couple of floors cleaned tomorrow might be the extent
of accomplishment by tomorrow.
Thompson is out back barking at a cussing squirrel. Have you
ever heard a squirrel cuss? They do that to irritate anyone who listens.
Tempted to get out the BB gun! But you can bet that critter won’t get where a
person could take aim. Oh well. The squirrel next door is worse than nineteen
hens! And then there is a barking dog! Life goes on.
Rest well, my friends. You are loved.
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