A Day with My Son.

 A Day with My Son.

 

Since the old woman had the feed loaded up in the truck yesterday, when Lance got here this morning, all we had to do was unload the truck and spend some good, quality time visiting. Truly enjoyed the time with him. And yes, the dogs were all over him. They love him, too.

 

We walked down to Patty’s to take her some Purina Pro dog food from my dogs’ feed bin. It wasn’t quite five gallons, but it will take Roxy a while to eat all of it. Lance took the lid off so Patty wouldn’t have to deal with prying the lid off, and then he put it where she wanted it. While we were there, we went down to the basement to look for the empty garbage bin and the towels she wanted sent to Katy’s Dog Place. We found the lights, but the towels we found were not the ones she had in mind. Think this batch should probably be washed before being sent to Katy. Patty thinks the towels she had in mind were rolled up and in a container. Oh well. Maybe DG will find them when he comes.

 

Took some cookies and some Hershey kisses over to Shona’s the other day. She mentioned the cookies but not the chocolate, so it made me wonder if the chocolate disappeared. Hmm. Stuff happens. Each year John R. gives me some chocolate in January in remembrance of youngest son. Hanan and John had an understanding about certain things and really liked each other.

 

My day started off a bit wobbly before Lance got here and then a major panic attack hit as he drove up. That took a bit to go away, but Lance understood as well as anyone could who has never had one. Really wish these things made sense or at least gave warnings. Can’t drive when they happen and talking is next best thing to impossible. Totally disgusting and disconcerting.

 

On Tuesday or Wednesday the plumbers will be back to do something to the lavatory in the main bathroom. Until then, either the little bathroom or the kitchen sink will have to do. Simply hoping this does not cost enough to float a boat!

 

Listened to a minister tell about Dr. Livingstone and how the surrounding chiefs had decided to wipe out the leader and all those in his compound. But they stood there and left them alone. When Dr. Livingstone asked the belligerent chief why he did not attack, he said that there were 39 giants surrounding the camp. When Dr. Livingstone went back to Scotland to his home church, he told this story and the secretary told him to wait a minute. According to the records, on the day that the cruel chief approached Livingstone’s camp, there were 39 members of the congregation praying for the success of the mission that day in church. Yep, we have a mighty God and He hears our prayers.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.