I had a whole other post I was going to write, but this week has been up and down, mostly down and there are just some things too painful to write about. Another church friend’s husband passed away this week and I helped with the funeral dinner. He was such a nice man. Talked to another friend, who was helping with the dinner, who had lost her husband just weeks ago. The pain these women have had to endure is more than I can imagine.
But it got worse when some friends from church lost their son in a tragic car accident. I can’t talk about it. I taught that boy in Sunday School and his parents are two of the nicest people. I will leave it there and will keep them tightly in my prayers. We never know when we will have the last conversation with someone we love or will see them again on this side. Too often I forget that and when something like this happens, I think long and hard about how I treat people. I never want my last words to be mean and hateful. I was taught that lesson in a very hard way years ago when I was a young girl.
Now I loved my daddy and still do, but when I was growing up I could be rather sassy. Daddy said something to me or made me angry about something one day and I told him I hated him. The very next day he almost died. He was overcome with exhaust from his little Ford tractor and collapsed in the barnyard. At that time it was very difficult to get an ambulance out in the country. It was a long distance call and my mother and her friend, who lived down the road, tried and tried to get an ambulance to come. Meanwhile, my brothers and I were taking blankets out to cover my daddy and talking to him. He had bubbles coming out of his mouth and I was sure he was dead. Finally, the ambulance came and took Daddy to the hospital and he got better, but I have always remembered that and that my last words were ones of anger. It’s a horrible thing to think the very last words a loved one might hear from you are ones that hurt them. So, I try to never leave someone with anger. I’m not saying it hasn’t happened, but I always pray afterward that they will forgive me and that God will keep them safe. I never told my daddy I hated him ever again. In fact, my very last words to him before he passed away were, “I love you, Daddy.” So glad I have that memory.
There have been other things going on. I try to keep busy to keep my mind off sad things all th time. I have been working in my shop trying to get it painted.
I wish all my shop looked as freshly painted and organized as this part from the wall to the end of the grey paint. Unfortunately,……………
This is how the rest of it looks. So much stuff. As I was trying to walk around my shop I was thinking it was like one of those hoarder’s houses they show on tv where you have to climb over and around stuff to get to anything. It will NOT look like this when I am done. I have to move all this to one side to paint and then will have to move it all again to another side and then try to get it all put on shelves or get rid of some things. That rooster picture is going in the hens’ house. They will appreciate it more than I do. The little brown cabinet under the cutting table holds my mother’s sewing machine. The very one I learned to sew upon many years ago. It still sews wonderfully. If I could get to it. I expect it is going to take me weeks, if not months to get the shop the way I want it to be. And that cutting table is going because David is going to make me one about twice as wide so I can pin King-size quilts on it.
The Grandboys were here to celebrate David’s birthday. They had learned to play the game, Spoons. I played it many years ago and had forgotten how, but soon learned and we had fun playing it. I’m glad I have grandchildren who still like to play games.
The people where David works got him some things for his birthday. Now David is a sugarholic and absolutely loves milk chocolate covered cherries. Here’s what he got at work.
Five boxes of chocolate covered cherries, four boxes of Junior Mints, which he loves, too, and three bags of Dove cherry candy. I had also given him several boxes of chocolate covered cherries because I didn’t know he was getting all this.
A man and his riches We laughed about this and the card was about texting since they know David and I don’t text. I think he was a happy man.
Valentine’s Day will soon be here and if I can get it in gear, I plan to send out some cards. I haven’t sent Christmas cards in years, but for some reason, I really like sending Valentine’s Day cards. People don’t expect them.
Here’s a book I just finished. I really like this author and she has written several books so I have a few more to read.
I am reading “A Week in Winter” by her right now, plus I have a murder mystery on my Kindle I am reading. I never want to be without a book to read. We are studying Revelation from the Bible also, so my mind is going all different ways.
Hope your days have been going well. Hug your loved ones or give them a call. Bye.