Deep Cleaning.

 Deep Cleaning.

 

Trying to really get Hanan’s room clean today and moving stuff around to get under and behind stuff. Have about a half a box of flooring planks under his bed. Thinking that should be on a shelf in the workshop or somewhere more appropriate than in his room. Then there are all the things that are never used or so seldom used that they are hardly needed. The vaporizer, an electric heater, a very expensive “bed” type thing for the retina surgery that looks much like a chiropractor’s table—all these things plus a very nice walker that would be better not to store in dust. Sigh. We will see. Have some plastic that things can be wrapped in or covered, but going back and forth to the workshop is part of the job, and in this heat . . . well, most of those things may wait in the kitchen until a cooler part of the day (morning).

 

Hoping to be able to untrack in the morning after moving stuff around. Semi-emptied the file cabinet and threw away an entire trash can of papers and junk and stuff. The children are NOT going to want this mess. Have several envelopes of pictures and things that might need to be re-routed. It just takes time.

 

Sterling asked me about the women in the Pollard side of the family that was in Arkansas originally—the ones that married the English Pollard. Cousin Pearl Agnes knew almost all of the details and Cousin John Pollard may know all of the details about the Webbers and Trouts. Will have to ask him. The picture of Great-Grandmother Trout made the woman look like a mule skinner. Sterling said that some of the men in the neighborhood knew better than to mess with her because she would sure enough whip them like a mule skinner!! How’s that for a family legacy!

 

Got a “close enough to masculine” haircut this afternoon. Can’t stand to have my hair in my eyes. How other creatures deal with it makes me wonder! It will grow back—and get cut again, too! Anyway, it is so much cooler and less frustrating to have it out of my face.

 

Cleaned out a couple of bags of sympathy cards and found one from Carla Beard that still touched me. On our way to the Hill Country, we stopped at Jennifer’s in Mansfield and Carla was introduced to Hanan. She said, “Oh, the poet!” He was both embarrassed and happy to be acknowledged that way. That means a lot to me now. Found one of his poems today:

Growing Old—and September Sad

I’ve killed away all the creepy crawlers

And the monster beneath my bed.

I’ve cleared up all the time

Left cluttered in my head.

Getting away for the day

From the city

And back to the fields

Where we would play as children of sin

Tugging away at our shirt tails.

Worthy of a day in the sun,

A dream left unspun.

So many roads I’ve been down,

All of them leading me back to my hometown.

Think that poem was one from his book Monsters Like Me.

 

Haven’t taken time to read much from my Bible except in Isaiah. It was a good reminder for what is going on around all of us right now: Isa. 41:13 “For I the Lord thy God will hold thy right hand, Saying onto thee, Fear not; I will help thee.”

 

My fingers are getting insensitive or the tiny little raised bars on my keyboard are wearing off. Every once in a while, a glance at my page will show me that my fingers were totally off the right keys. No one would ever believe that keyboarding was one of my main subjects to teach! Well, truthfully, they might not ever believe the old woman taught English and business writing either!

 

Let us pray for rain and for those who are suffering right now. God knows who needs His help, but we need to ask and ask again!

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.