Enough Breath to Bitch.

 Enough Breath to B*tch.

 

The wind is blowing again, so that means the pollen in the air is as thick as maple syrup before it boils. Patty just has one lung anyway, but with the pollen count this high, it is nearly impossible to take a deep breath and do any talking. Being a long-winded Texan takes practice, but on days like this, it is pretty difficult to get all one’s moaning and groaning done before running out of air. But she assured me that if she got her “second wind,” she would have plenty to b*tch about. A niece (on HIS side of the family) came into town and did not even call her after having made special arrangements to spend the night with her. Anyway, Patty was somewhat ticked off. At least she got it out of her system by telling me all about it.

 

Pictures from Japan today made quite the impression on me. The first thing that impressed me was the shiny, clean roads! And then, the scenery was all at a ninety-degree angle—all up, in other words. It is such a tiny country that they don’t really have much grass or many trees. Maybe they train their dogs to use the facilities like a child would? Small dogs, too! Have heard that so many people are impressed with the cleanliness—even when they have a “protest” and pick up their mess! Simply can’t imagine. Years ago, we worked on a 2-mile section of road as a group and with our students so that they could earn and learn at the same time. Just the enormous amount (pounds!) of cigarette “remains” was horrifying. Two of the younger students just picked up cigarette butts to fill a trash bag. And yes, someone had to go along behind them to really clean that section. We even found money in a small bag that someone had thrown out with their trash. To think that my granddad used to buy hay that had been cut and baled from the side of the road! Maybe folks were less trashy back then.

 

Lance has been feeling better today. He thinks the steroids have kicked in to help the muscle aches. He does not know that you all have joined with us to pray for him. SO many people are having problems currently. In fact, you may see that Tami Yonts has decided to just go on Hospice and let God and the pain meds take care of the rest of her life. Feel so sorry for her, but at the same time, we can know that she is totally assured that her life is in the hands of the master creator.

 

Speaking of the Creator—saw an article today that talked about how pine pollen is designed with tiny little balloons to help it navigate over the oceans through the wind storms that buffet it about. It could never stay afloat without those balloons. And you know who decided that they needed to be there! It is simply wonderful and amazing that He said, “Let it be so,” and His creation was perfect from the get-go! How could anyone see the world in all its many glories and not believe in the Creator?

 

Had some groceries delivered today that included two packages of bottled water. Have been using the Britta water filters and reusing the water bottles most of the time. THOUGHT the old woman had ordered the new filters, but looked for the order and did not find it. Argh! Anyway, the man brought my groceries inside for me. For sure those big 40-bottle packages would be too heavy for most people to pick up and put somewhere. But this guy had plenty of muscles, so he just had bottles in one hand and several bags in the other hand. Wow! But those bottles should last quite a while.

 

My cousin Betty called this evening, and we got to visit for a while. Love that we can still have so much in common after all these years. And some of the same attitudes!! For her age, she is in very good shape—92 or there abouts. She still drives and goes wherever she wants to go. She is hoping that her granddaughter and her husband can have a baby sometime in the near future, but they are already in their 30s, so it may not happen. Didn’t think it would be fair to brag about my great grandson, so just didn’t mention Josiah. But then, she knows that the hens are gone and the dogs are as spoiled as any grandchild ever could be!

 

Really pretty tired tonight. Only did a little bit of rearranging, but it does not take much to wear me out. Guess getting older has to be given some liberty to cause a person to slow down somewhat. Anyway, will try to behave myself at least until Jennifer gets here on Sunday. Will be praying for her safe trip up here. The roads just keep getting scarier by the day—at least for me. Big trucks are something else! The kids seem to just take things like traffic as part of life. But then, none of them learned to drive in the sheep pasture on a standard shift without power brakes or power steering!! Here’s one to the old folks!!

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.