Dinner Due to Sheila Hemphill.

 Dinner Due to Sheila Hemphill.

 

Yum and other expressions of satisfaction. My kitchen smells a tiny bit like cabbage and some kind of pepper sauce, but the crunchy ones are the very best. Have to listen to the chief cook and bottle washer complain that hers are not nearly as good as Sheila’s, but such is the complaint from someone who does not cook that kind of food as often as Sheila! To me, it is just plum laripin’. That’s an old folks’ expression of appreciation for a meal created and cooked for the one who does not have to lift anything other than a fork!

 

Just finished washing my hair and scrubbing what needed to be scrubbed that required a minimum of stretching and leaning on the shower walls. Feeling hot despite the extreme cold around outside. It was six degrees early this morning. And the sleet sounded like a gravel truck speeding by at 80 mph throwing out the little stuff. At least nothing got hit hard enough to do any damage. Can’t imagine the State Hospital getting any work done this coming week, so maybe the roads will be somewhat quieter for a change. Or not.

 

We keep seeing posts online about a revival or at least a new stream of Christians coming out of Pakistan and the Philippines. It’s just amazing. Even saw one post about some Christians in one of the Muslim countries that we never see. Just looked back through some information about how many countries consider it illegal to be Christian within their country. Wow! We are SO blessed here in the U.S. to be able to follow our faith in Jesus Christ.

 

Tomorrow requires a couple of phone calls to doctor’s offices. Dr. Kern wants to see me on the second of February—the same day as Dr. Vietenheimer. Then the eye doctor has me set up for the fifth day of the month. Who knew that February would be such a busy month! At least my new knee is not bothering me very much at all. The back surgery just provides a new wiggle to my wobbly walk. Taking the meds alternately seems to help somewhat. Once in a while my sentences make a little bit of sense. Ahem.

 

Kinda hoping that this last line of sleet and freezing rain will be all we get this month. Bet the farmers are clinching their uppers and lowers together in hopes of the ground getting the moisture it needs to grow a wheat crop. If you ever want to meet a sure ‘nuff gambler, just let me find you a farmer. Told Jennifer if her mom ever bought a ticket for the lottery, it would have to win something, but it won’t happen since the ticket has not been purchased—ever.

 

Like a fat little baby, the old woman has been bathed and fed and is about ready for sleep. Will hope not to hear more clicks and clacks on the windows tonight. Will pretend it is just rain.

 

Consider our blessings and pray for those who God has put in charge of our government. May God lead them and guide them along with our thoughts and prayers.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.