Changing Wind Directions.

 Changing Wind Directions.

 

Yes, the wind has been blowing from the south for days, but today it changed directions. Blowing from the north has also changed our temperatures considerably. Brrrr. Texas.

 

Tara Ross writes about history—of the US. She focuses on the early days, but she also writes about the wars and what came out of them. On each Monday, she writes about the men and women who have received the medal of honor. Then on Friday, she normally posts some questions such as these:

(1) Who was the first President to write a biography of another president? This is a question about men who have already been President, then wrote a book. (2) The first Siamese cat to arrive in America was a gift to one of our Presidents. Which President? (3) Which President was called “hatchet-faced” by the press?

Anyway, she posts the answers before the weekend is over.

 

Max and Laisha, our recently departed across the street neighbors, are in Washington state now. They will know tomorrow whether or not they have been approved for on base housing. They will take his housing allowance if they stay on base, but Laisha would be safer there if Max gets deployed to the Middle East. However, they have coyotes and bears that roam around the base! Easier to see than rattlesnakes and scorpions! Anyway, let’s say a prayer that the best situation will work out for them.

 

Have not accomplished one iota of work around here today. Woke up feeling stiff and hurting, but you can bet it was the change in weather. You have probably heard some old person say that the weather makes a change in their bones. It is absolutely true! And it you happen to have a couple of nervous dogs that are upset by the howling wind, the Thunder Shirts are so much better suited than any tranquilizer made!

 

The youngest Speegle son has worked all day on demolishing their old house. The bangs inside the huge metal trailer were obvious, but the old woman could not actually see any pieces of the house being removed. And who would want to walk down that direction to get close enough to check it out in this high wind. Just putting the trash bin across the street was silly enough—especially after the wind kept knocking it down sideways!! Shona offered to take care of it, but since the mail needed to be picked up, it seemed silly not to take the bin over myself. It is so good to have neighbors like Shona and Albert!

 

Other than a phone call from Sterling and telling Patty to throw her trash at the trash man, the old woman has only spoken to the dogs today. Texts don’t really count, right? But the Upper Room magazine came today—thank you, Sharon Dickerson—so at least a new encouragement came for reading. The misting rain was about enough to be laughable and not enough to wet any plants. Nothing like being dissatisfied! Such is life. Still need to be more thankful for the many blessings.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.