Once Upon a Clean Floor.

 Once Upon a Clean Floor.

 

Children and dogs have a lot in common. They make messes on the floors. As much as the old woman loves these two dogs, it certainly would be nice if they would not track in mud or water or whatever into the house and all over the front room floor. Both dogs have taken turns about stepping into the water trough outside and then walking across the kitchen floor and into the living room to leave wet paw prints wherever they step. Oh well. Whatever they track in also cleans up.

 

Mother used to yell at Sterling as he walked into her living room with his feet. Even his best friend, Benny, learned to clean his feet or take off his shoes before walking across Mom’s clean or waxed floors. But Mom used to keep her floors nice and shiny clean. This house probably never knew what shiny even meant. The children and Lewis did their best not to track in mud, snow, or whatever, but let’s face it, the house was made to live in. Have often considered that my family was much more important than clean floors.

 

Not sure exactly what has been accomplished today, but it seems some things have been done whether or not they really mattered. Have a habit of stacking my clean, folded clothes—pants and tops—on the dog crate rather than hanging them up. Today they were all hung up and some blankets put in the closet where they belong. Anyway, just spent some time trying to have the “flat filing” removed to wherever things belonged. The kitchen still has egg cartons on the table, but otherwise it looks pretty neat. Three of those cartons will go home with Jennifer tomorrow.

 

Have been making some tea in a 2-cup Pyrex container and drinking the tea over ice. When we married, Lewis drank tea and never coffee. It was just the opposite with me. Eventually he drank coffee and had convinced me that tea was good to drink. Still prefer coffee, but now it has to be decaf. Would never have considered decaf back years ago. Life and tastes do change.

 

Read some more of Tom Bradford’s Torah lessons today in Matthew. A couple of things struck me as interesting that would probably not have been something that would have come from simply reading my Bible. Matthew was a Jew and considered whatever he wrote to be a study of the Torah in the life of Christ. He basically made the points that like Elijah chose his disciple—Elisha—Christ chose his disciples, not the other way around. The Sermon on the Mount was like Moses up on Mount Sinai—lessons on God’s law where nothing was removed, but expounded upon. Christ fulfilled the law rather than taking it away. If some of these things seem too simple, maybe it is better to remember that we are supposed to hold these matters to be considered in our lives. Christ chose us—even before we were born.

 

We had a small shower this afternoon, but it didn’t even really wet the ground. We had plenty of sunshine earlier, so that felt good. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could have a rain like the ones we have had lately along about August. Sigh

 

Took Patty a few pieces of the ham that was sliced up. She called and said it was really good. Have thought about getting another one before they are off sale. It was only 99 cents per pound and this stuff freezes well in small packages. Whatever it takes to keep us fed and happy.

 

Let us pray for those in the south along the coast areas especially as the rains continue to soak and flood places. Not sure which is hardest on our lives—drought or floods. Let us ask God to give us a chance to raise crops as needed. So much of the weather patterns have ruined farmers and ranchers. Our food comes from their ability to produce the crops and raise the animals we eat. So if you get fed each day, pray for them.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.