Links to My Home.

 Links to My Home.

 

Today at church services, the old woman had a strange experience. A woman introduced herself to me, and we found that my dad had come from the same small community as she and her husband. The Moser family seemed to be kinfolks with just about everyone in Clay County and especially the folks from the Hurnville Community. Now Dad never told me what year he stopped riding to school in Hurnville, but he told us stories about the different families that had also attended school there. He knew Marvin Graf and his brothers for sure. Our family doctor was Dr. Hurn when Sterling and the old woman were little. Then our doctor was Dr. Leroy Schaffner from Hurnville. He had a whole houseful of brothers and maybe sisters. Think one of those brothers was a principal at Burkburnett maybe. Anyway, she knew the Fuhrman family and Mr. and Mrs. Dan Oster. It almost felt as if the old woman had walked home to Clay County. Just another reason that this may be my new church family.

 

The house across the road—Still think of it as Jerry’s house—had an “Open House” showing event today. Lots of trucks and cars were over there off and on through the day, but not one of them looked like anyone interested in the place. Shona’s husband Albert had used a weed eater on the front along the road, so it really looked pretty good. Shona had mown their grass as well, so that looked nice. Not sure my place looked all that great as one of the water hoses needs to be rolled up and given away or thrown away. Can’t get the silly thing to fasten to the water spigot or stop bending with each curve. Oh well. If Gregg and Vickie come one day this week, maybe he will get rid of it for me along with the other things that need to be tossed.

 

Have truly been trying not to do anything that will cause my back to hurt lately, but it just feels as if it tires out so quickly. Despite not taking the pain pills, the aches are there all the time anyway! Dadgumit!

 

Thompson just came into the office to let me know that it was supper time for the dogs in this family. They are now fed and seem to be happy to decorate the entire floor with their long legs and tails. If Vickie helps me get the living room floor cleaned up this week, one of the big dog beds will go in there instead of the rug in front of my desk. Thompson needs something soft to lie on most of the time. It’s easy to understand that his old bones need just as much help as the old woman’s bone. This arthritis shtuff is just the frizzling crud!

 

Had ordered some pants from Amazon and apparently so many other folks had the same idea that the pants were not available. Tried to cancel the order but am not sure that happened. It was such a cheap price that it figures that everyone had the same idea to get something less expensively.

 

This church has a piano player who only plays there every other week so that she can attend with her husband at a different church. Wishing that AnnaBeth Graf could play for us, but she would probably not be able to sit that long. She used to play the piano and the organ, but those days may be long gone. When the song leader asked if the old woman could play, she was assured that this person can’t even play the radio!!

 

We have been getting little showers of rain that may eventually add up to a decent amount of water in the lakes and ponds around here. The grass has certainly been growing and showing us how healthy the weeds can grow!! Now if we can just avoid those high winds and all that tremendous thunder that makes the dogs (and the old woman) so nervous!!

 

Someone wondered when the new development at the State Hospital would be finished. Not sure it will happen in my lifetime if the number of cement trucks doesn’t fall off drastically. At least it does not seem that we are seeing—and hearing—the excessive numbers of dirt and gravel trucks! Whew!

 

Have some things to look up for the lesson for next Sunday in Matthew 10. Even though one can read the scriptures, it does not mean that each point is clear to an old brain like mine. May just look it up in an online commentary to see if it helps for clarity and for remembrance. Meanwhile, it feels like a good night to rest.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.