Just One Day.

 Just One Day.

 

Have been up and “at it” since early this morning. But no one would notice just by looking around this house. Took out an entire sack of stuff that needed to be pitched out of the file drawer in my desk. Still have only one drawer cleaned out. The file drawer still has stuff that needs to be looked at carefully—or semi-carefully—before it is pitched. The “file” drawer had quite a few things stuck in the wrong folders, but the last folder was one marked “memories.” Yep, had to read them and let a few memories leak out. C’est la vie. [That’s life.] Maybe soon the files will be thinned out and it will be easier for the kids to decide what needs to be kept and what can be tossed. Might as well get it sorted. Found the names of Lewis Walker’s parents: Rachel Riddle Dickerson and James M. Dickerson, both buried in Forestburg Cemetery. The stone mason who cut Rachel’s headstone put DickINson instead of Dickerson, but he died before he could come correct it. Guess she won’t really mind. Someday God will give us all a new name.

 

Read somewhere that these ancestry places do not have any of the DNA sorted by Indian tribes. The same article said that nearly everyone claimed to be some degree of Cherokee. Waving my hand here. His name was Benjamin GreenBerry. Oh well. Probably a whole lot more of Irish/Scot/English in my heritage. And, as Daddy used to say, a boat load of German Dutch is in there as well. NOT that it means much of anything. Character is not in the genetics unless we have a genetic weakness toward certain things like alcohol, milk, or other foods. Certain family members cannot drink milk without having problems. Guess what! Most American Indians could not drink milk. Just thinkin’.

 

Nephew Terry Gene Pollard’s lady Stacey Ann is going to take Jacqui to the horse-pital tomorrow for her surgery. This is SUCH a relief. From the way Sterling sounds, he has no business driving anywhere or trying to do much of anything. Please pray for my sister-in-law Jacqui and for my brother Sterling. She is having carpal tunnel and joint repair on her right hand. Sterling has a gem-dandy case of shingles. The doctor told him maybe five weeks, but have since heard from others that this mess can go on for much longer. May God have mercy on him!

 

Overcast and cool until around noon today made it very helpful for most things, but autumn can’t come soon enough for me. Went out and tried to repair—put together—two water hoses. Might as well forget about it and just order a decent length and weight of hose. These two are pretty much shot. Think one was “repaired” by Jerry Hobbs when the end got cut off. Those things that clamp on like that don’t work all that well on old hoses. This one leaks big time! The grass doesn’t mind getting a little extra water—ANY water! Still, eventually God may give us a good soaking rain.

 

Thinking about all the “kids” that attended the same school with me and called one a bit ago. We talked about how hard life is on some of the ones who have lost mates. Quite a few of our classmates have already passed away. But then, we are getting older. Just glad to have had the opportunity to be of some help to my children and grands at one point or another. Lewis loved those grands—well, all three of our own offspring. But he loved to play with the grands and always made some way to make them feel special—even if it was just letting them drive his truck or something of that nature. Being a grandparent is a privilege. But making other people feel special is something we can do for just about anyone. Noticed the cards that were kept when a dear friend reminded me that she held me in her thoughts and prayers. Carla may never see me in person again, but she is in my thoughts as a special lady who makes me feel cherished. Not everyone can do that.

 

Being cherished is something everyone deserves but few actually have that feeling today. Husbands—or wives—who don’t show their mates the deep love that we all need just can’t ever know what THEY are missing. Currently know one husband and one wife who have had to file for divorce. God be with them because the mates have definitely failed in their purposes in life. Let us pray for those who have been hurt by the lack of love others should have given them—whether mates, children, or grandparents. Let us each show others the love we can give in whatever manner it is best for us and for others.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.