Lost and Found Friends.

 Lost and Found Friends.

 

In the back of my mind, Shirley Taylor had been missing from the comments she usually made on some of my posts, so today it seemed like a good idea to go looking for her. The last time she posted and spoke to me, she and Lee had come down with Covid. Today the posts on her wall were mostly for her family and her husband and children. She had a stroke—probably caused by the stupid virus—and eventually succumbed to the combination. Apparently, Lee tried to keep her around as long as possible, despite what she had stated about not wanting any kind of life support or undue attempts to keep her alive. Hospice finally took over and let her go comfortably with morphine to stop any pain. She was a sweet, loving lady. Hanan said she was the best cook and most loving person in their family. She had only sweet things to say about him to me. Life is hard. Will miss her comments and thoughts.

 

The wind has gotten a little bit more brisk than earlier, but it is not terribly uncomfortable outside, but staying inside is definitely more appealing. The dogs agree. They have been napping on their couch and listening for all the boogers that make noises outside. Folks just have to play noise on their radios loud enough to shake the house or squeal their tires down on the road across from the hospital. Dumb and dumber. Sigh

 

Went down to Patty’s place to get her trash bin, so she let those two little furry missiles out to run to meet me. That is about the only real exercise they get. She is afraid to let them out unless yours truly is around to chase them down—not that it has ever really been necessary. They usually come to me unless they find a rabbit! Roxie would love to cuddle in my arms, but Rudy is more independent and standoffish. Besides, his legs are so much shorter than hers, so he can’t keep up with her. He prefers to sit beside his “momma” on the couch and let me pet him while he sits there. Funny dogs!

 

Just fed the hens and filled up the feeder for them. They have fresh water in the middle house so they can go in there and drink to their hearts content. Not many eggs today, but it doesn’t really matter. Will have enough eggs to send home with one of the kids by the end of the month. Might even have an egg and cheese burrito in the morning. Made a bean and cheese burrito the other day out of the leftover beans. Then fed the rest of the beans to the hens. Did not want Thompson to eat them. He gets very smelly just with the usual feed!

 

Hoping the children have had a good day. Always start my prayers off by thanking God for the day or night and rest. Then my family comes next along with those who need His help—guess that is ALL of us, actually. Have been thinking about Stephen lately because he is so depressed. A man needs to be able to work to feel like a man, and he just had back surgery and is not even healed up. Patience is hard to come by at any age and for both man and woman. But it does seem to me that men have more problems in that area than women because they are expected to be the one in the family who does the work. We all tend to be critical of others, but some of us are too critical of ourselves. If we could find a way to just appreciate what God has given us instead of expecting so much from ourselves or from others, our lives would be much simpler and less stressed. May God bless those who need the extra patience.

 

We need to remember those who have been affected by the fires, the storms, and other forms of violence that are too numerous to be mentioned. God knows the needs of those who mourn, those like the Jarlsbergs who face chemo, surgery, and more of the physical afflictions we all have to face. Keith’s friend Carole must still be having multiple problems with her body. Let us pray for her and for Keith that he can remain with an uplifted spirit to encourage her. Remember that we are all so very blessed. Praise God for His love and for His forgiveness.

 

Rest and find joy in life. You are loved.