The Pictures on My Computer.

 

Each time this computer is unlocked, the picture of my sweet daughter and her husband Gary shows up. It always makes me smile. Then, left on for a bit, the next picture shows Lance and his family—Tracy, Landon, Rachel, and her friend Damian. That picture also makes me smile. Sometimes remembering him as a small boy makes me want to laugh. His sister Jennifer always was right behind him, climbing trees or playing in the dirt or whatever caught their fancy. They had a good childhood—at least in my estimation. They held toads, caught bugs, played with chickens, and otherwise just used their imagination as they roamed all over this hill. And yes, they both had BB guns. They were not allowed to shoot birds, or at least that was their instruction. Who knows. But they always brought home some interesting finds in their adventures: the wounded duck that needed to rest and be fed, the rabbits found dumped by someone who should have known better, and even a fish or two. Remembering my children as they were back then still fills me with love. Of course, now their children have had a few adventures on this old hill. If ever the old woman thought to leave here, how could she ever take those memories with her?

 

Glad that those silly antibiotics can help one get over whatever ails one! Seems the young daughter in Shona and Albert’s home has about the same thing. She is on these wonderful little pills, too, poor kid! Maybe when all is said and done, we will get to celebrate feeling better. Think maybe an ice cream cone might be the thing for both of us!

 

Listening to Jennifer’s call the other day made me smile when she reminded me that she has to take two steps every time Gary takes one. Poor child got Grandmother Pollard’s short legs. Grayson and this old woman laughed at ourselves the other day saying that we have inherited whatever bad gene it takes to develop the bad habits we have—we both bite our nails! Surely there is a term for a person whose sensory perception is so messed up that the slightest difference from finger to tip makes us try to level things out!! Sure! Being dingy is already taken as a term, however.

 

Think grandson Reece is on his way home from the graduation cruise he took for spring break. It was his graduation present and a needed get away maybe. Forgot to ask him what he plans to do this summer, but you can pretty well bet it will mostly include work, work, and more work. That pretty well sums up life after school, huh.

 

Hoping to sleep tonight without any undue tossing and turning. Maybe it was a change in the weather and the wind, but it seemed like nothing about the old woman’s body was comfortable in bed. Woke up to the same type of aches this morning, too. Bet it is the weather. We go from one extreme to another! Now if only we could get about six inches of solid rain for a few days, maybe it would all be worth it.

 

Sterling said he was not sure if he had one tiny place on his body that did not hurt today after he had a “therapeutic” massage yesterday. Let’s hope that the shingles got the message and will leave him alone now.

 

Sometimes we all—herself included—develop an attitude about ourselves. We don’t feel “good enough” or something. But we are captives! We have to release the idea that we are who we think we are and realize that who we are is already a settled situation: we became the adopted children of God when we accepted His grace. He chose us. We are in His family. Those are the ties that truly bind. His arms can and will grasp us no matter what we do; he won’t let us be lost. If God loves us, we have worth and are worth loving! Praise His name!!

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.