Slip-Slidin’ Away Now!
Yep, if you remember that one, the thing will be running
through your mind for a bit. No apologies submitted. Saw a presentation to Paul
Simon by Steve Martin. He told a story—fib, of course—about how Paul called him
up one night and said that he had written a song called 47 ways to leave your
lover. The comedian said that it would sound much better to call it 50 ways to
leave your lover. Paul said he could only think of 47, so the Martin named a
few that are actually in the song. We all know that Steve Martin probably never
even had a conversation with Paul Simon, but the idea struck me as funny.
Maggie Sewell called to ask me if a lady by the name of
Tracy Pollard might be one of our kinfolks. No Pollard from Henrietta ever was
among those in our family. Granddad Pollard was originally from Arkansas. It
was a large family of mostly boys, but none of them raised families in Texas
except him. His granddad came to Texas with the Confederate Army and was in San
Antonio where he was injured making shoes for the army—hit himself in the eye
with his awl while pulling it through the last. His wife and her friend road
their horses down there from Arkansas to bring him back home to Traskwood. Can’t
even imagine what a trip that would have been. Well, anyway, this Tracy Pollard
has opened a new café at the corner of 8th and Indiana. So, let’s
hope she makes a go of it.
Sylvia just brought me a tennis ball. Thought there for a
minute we were going to have a dog tussle. Thompson loves tennis balls, too, ya
know.
Sometimes FB has these sweet videos of people helping other
people—sometimes just mowing their grass or bringing them food or other acts of
kindness. Those videos make me wish to be a better person, but knowing my own
limitations has a tendency to make me wonder how the old woman could possibly
do anything to help others. Still, read a post by Tami Yonts that she is
waiting with anticipation to see the next picture of how much the tumors have
shrunk. Have seen that Stephen Smith only hurt his ego in an accident the other
day, but that the accident was caused by a seizure—first one since May of last
year. About all we can do is pray for those who are healing or pray for those
whose lives are turned upside down for whatever reason. Let us pray diligently
for those we know. Then there are those in places we find difficult to even
visualize—the Ukraine or Sudan or Afghanistan. Each place has its own horrors,
its own needs. But God knows, and we can ask Him for help for those who need it
desperately. Let’s keep remembering that no matter what limitations we may
have, God is never limited.
Rest well, my friends. You are loved.
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