Random Stuff.

 Random Stuff.

 

Patty asked me if the young girl stopped to say anything today after she delivered her tacos. Shook my head and said the dogs barked at the car, but it did not stop. It seems it was one of my former students who said she liked me. It is one of the most embarrassing things that my students could never understand until they get much older. No matter how many of my classes they took, it did not mean that the old woman (even younger then) would remember the person, much less know the name of the student. Yes, lots of young folks look familiar. One young lady was buying something at Sutherlands one day and kept looking at me. She “knew” me, but she did not say anything, so thankfully it was not too embarrassing to just nod my head and smile. That way she could think that she was noticed for who she was.

 

Life has some strange things that take place in cycles or at least in some repetitious form. Ten years ago, Jennifer took a picture of the two of us with the Eiffel Tower in the background. Today she took one of her and Gary with similar background. My hope is that someday these two will look back and remember these days as some of the best together. We all need those memories to sustain us.

 

Then today Brad Smith called me to let me know where his mother is now. BillieRuth was one of those people who just made my laugh come out and feel right at home. She was 83 in January and it seemed like she was the essence of the independent woman! She lived on a farm in Paducah by herself with barn cats, hens, and lots of wild animals—plus Petey her parakeet! But her health was not improving and she was neither eating nor sleeping right, so the kids took her with them. She now lives in a place called Avalon. Brad promised to call me the next time he was there so she could talk to me. He also told me that one of the hens she got from me was one of the orneriest he had ever seen. It would have nothing to do with the other hens, and when they moved all of them to a lady’s farm down their way, this one took up with a duck, thank you very much. The Hamburg breed is definitely not a “pet” chicken. But they survive. When mine were laying eggs, it was like an Easter egg hunt every freaking day. In the workshop in a bucket, in the flower bed under the rosemary bush, in the iris plants between the fences—just flip a coin and start looking. Took six to her, so having one left is not bad considering the coyotes, hawks, skunks, raccoons and such!

 

Jenn took a picture inside a pastry shop called Paul. The first picture was of some truly humongous blueberries. Made my mouth water just to look at them. Then she had a picture of the display case with all kinds of delicious looking things. It made me want to go to United for something like that. (Actually, ended up buying a small tiramisu and sharing it with Patty.) THEN she sent pictures of the catacombs. Ugh and double yeck. Really have never understood why they would make things like that, but have never looked it up either. It just seems unbalanced. Guess it is not any worse than some other things. Seems the Mongols made saddles from the skins of their enemies. Whew!

 

Finally, Sterling called today and we talked about his oldest son Danny. He has to be on dialysis for at least a while. Some folks were trying to tell Sterling that once he starts, he has to remain on it. Two of the men in their Bible study were happy to tell Sterling that they were both on it and have been off of it for years. So, there’s that. Still, your prayers for Danny Pollard and his family are much appreciated.

 

While we have our heads down and our thoughts toward our Father in heaven, let’s remember others who need His help: Raye Louise, granddaughter of Diann Dennis. The child has cancer in her eyes, and they are trying desperately to save her vision as well as her life. Zeke Ambrosious who suffered brain damage from seizures and needs some rehabilitation and lots of love—plus his parents to have the ability to care for him and help him develop normally. You have to realize that those parents hurt for him and for their own lives having been turned upside down. Then my sweet neighbor across the street said that they are waiting for their house in Childress to sell. Have not asked about it this past week as my head was as foggy as a November day, but she probably would have said if it had sold. All the things that have an effect on families will probably be reflected in these blogs. There is not much that is not common to us all. Family problems, children who worry us, finances that never are certain, and just the weather and its trail of tears because of drought, floods, blizzards, and storms—all these things come to us at one time or another. We just have to ask for God’s mercy and help through each step. Thank you for praying and believing that He is with us constantly.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.