Reading Good Books.

 Reading Good Books.

 

The latest book, The Skeptic and the Miracle: A True Story of Survival, Mystery and Faith by D.W. Stanford was an excellent read. Too many things have happened in our lives that tend to remove the skepticism in my mind. Surviving a forward roll under a horse, surviving the ’79 tornado, and sending a message to my parents when the phone lines were already down just can’t be explained. So, yes, I believe in guardian angels and the things that they can do. Too many examples in the Bible tell us that God loves us deeply, as do His angels who are there to care for us.

 

 The old woman cooked today—or at least the Ninja cooker finished off six bone-in chicken breasts. The big cast iron skillet took care of about six pounds of hamburger meat and two cups of rice—in two separate efforts. Some of the hamburger meat will make an old woman a couple of meals later, but the chicken is mostly already placed in Ziplock bags and ready to share with the hounds! Still have some chicken ready to debone and bag up for whatever it will make later. Love chicken and mushrooms, so that may be a meal tomorrow with some pasta.

 

This weather—or something—has parts of my body feeling as if it has been kicked around and bounced off a wall. Love the cool weather, but apparently the joints don’t work as well as in warmer weather. Go figure. Wondering if my friend Michelle Malay is enjoying the cool weather. Her rheumatoid arthritis does better in cooler temps. And you can bet that Roger Thonton has on two shirts and maybe even a jacket while it is this cool!

 

Thompson has had his second dose of anti-inflammatory for the day. Poor baby is hurting. When he starts licking his joints, it is easy to tell where it hurts the worst. And now he has developed some kind of rash on his belly. Guess a trip to the vet’s office will go on the agenda for next week. Sigh.

 

Went to put something in my microwave yesterday, and it would not even light up. Called a family friend, Barry Thomas Ice, and asked him to come out. He got here and replaced the plug thing on the wall. Not sure what happened to make it go out, but after the sparks flew, it obviously needed to be replaced. It took Barry just a little while to get the stuff out of his truck and replace it, but we had to talk and get up to snuff on all the family gossip. He grew up just down the road from the Bonita farm of the Dickerson family. Watching him and his siblings grow up was like watching extended family even though they were not family.

 

We still need to pray diligently for the situation in the Middle East. Well, for that matter, in the Pacific we can see that China is just about one mistake away from causing all out war. We know that God is in charge, but our prayers are heard each day. Let us pray for our leaders, our military, and those here in the U.S. who protect us each day.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.