Left Behind—the List.
Usually, the best idea is to find the things online for a
United Supermarkets purchase, and then picking it up at the store is a cinch.
No muss, no fuss. But thinking that the discount meat market might be a good idea,
the old woman did the walk around an acre of concrete floor. So now the knees
and legs are letting me know about it. Such fun! No sense in griping; Sterling
says that mess eventually gets somewhat better but never really goes away.
Nuts! Anyway, the list of things to be picked up got left on the little table
in the living room. Perfect! Forgot a few minor things, but still ended up
buying more than was necessary.
The trash truck came early enough that parking in front of
the house to unload the groceries was not a problem. Just had the little
four-wheeled cart to load down and pull inside. Lovely way to get things done.
Who knew that these little helpers would make such a difference as age caught
up with the way things had to be done!
Reading a pretty good book right now called Unlikely
Friends. It sounds so realistic that it boggles my mind. SO many young
people do not have any kind of home life in this world. Those who have one parent
in prison or both trying to overcome drug addiction have my sympathy. But it is
difficult to simply be sympathetic without wanting to actually do something
worthwhile to help. At the same time, “helping” has its limits in so many ways.
Only so many snacks and bottles of juice can help if the teen or child does not
get anything else except a clean, well-lit place to do homework. That place has
to be convenient to the child and a safe place for meeting with adults who can
help. Not the easiest situation to arrange. Just thinking.
Got a call from the granddaughter tonight. She showed me
what their little house looks like. She has done a good job of arranging and
cleaning the place. She got a washer/drier combo that had to be scrubbed and
de-molded. Apparently, they are both in good condition now. Determined kid! So
proud of her. Six more classes and she will have her master’s degree in
accounting.
Sitting here trying to remember when my first nephew was
born and when he would have graduated. According to my calculator, our class of
1966 will have its 60th reunion next year. That means that my nephew
will have been out of school for forty years! Wow! Looks to me like we are all
getting along in years! Looking forward to seeing my classmates this coming
Thursday at Pioneer on Maplewood. Great, noisy bunch of folks!
Max Lucado reminds me often in one of his books that
trusting the Father should be simply a habit of life. Loved my parents implicitly,
but knowing that they were not perfect showed me that a better place to look
was to my heavenly father. May we all be comforted this evening knowing that
whatever happens around us and in this world is known by the One Who watches
over us.
Rest well, my friends. You are loved.
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