LET YOUR HOPES, NOT YOUR HURTS, SHAPE YOUR FUTURE.
Robert H.Schuller
I'm baaaack. It has been a hectic last few weeks. You all know how it gets in the summer time. Lots to get done.
However, I have (again) had some set-backs. A few weeks ago, I was sitting in the recliner, just holding a book, and my little finger on my left hand began to hurt! I hadn't done anything to it, but it felt like it had broke. Bummer. I was hurting so bad, I couldn't tell if it was at the first, second or third joint. It was kinda funny when I would make a fist, and that darn baby finger would stick straight out. It wouldn't bend, and it hurt like the dickens. The only thing I can somewhat compare it to was when I was a kid and my sister, Judy, would "milk my mouse", as we called it. That is simply grabbing someone's little finger, folding it down toward their palm and squeeeezing! When that nerve gets pinched, look out. Painful! I remember hollering to Mother, "Judy milked my mouse!" and mother calmly scolding Judy, "Quit milking your sister's mouse." NOTE: I vaguely remember doing the same thing to my dear sister a few times, so I guess it came out even.
Anyhoo, it has finally pretty much returned to normal. And then . . .
Wednesday, I was down at The Woodbridge Building putting out new silk flower arrangements on the front porch for Fall. I had a few of those huge flowers on stems that you buy at Hobby Lobby, with the thick stem of plastic-covered heavy-duty wire. I needed to shorten some up to fit a container, so I was using my tin snips to cut them. It was quite a job, but I finally hacked off a portion. That night, my wrist was killing me! Then it went into my hand, big-time, and then down my entire arm. It hurt so bad, I was literally nauseated. Evidently, I pulled every muscle in my hand/arm area, or else I did some more nerve damage. Not good. I spent yesterday in bed (which is something I never do), and feel better this morning. I am typing, so you can tell that I have improved. But, just during that time, when I couldn't use my arm or hand was a real eye-opener. I got to thinking, that I walk all limpy-like. What would happen if I couldn't use my hands anymore? Jeepers! Not something I would like to experience full-time. I have way too many things to do.
I was terribly worried about Hurricane Dorian that was speeding toward Puerto Rico Wednesday. Fortunately, they didn't get a direct hit. I have a friend who is originally from there, and who had her mother here in the States for a visit. Her mom was supposed to fly home on Wednesday, but got it changed to today. Thank goodness. My friend said that she has returned home a couple of times since Hurricane Maria hit two years ago, and when flying over the island before landing, you can see a whole region that is completely blue, from the tarps that are still covering roofs. Seriously? Forty-seven billion was allocated for repairs for Puerto Rico (only fourteen billion) has been released. What's going on? I guess people forget that it is a U.S. territory.
The weather has been unbelievably wonderful here for the last few weeks. I swear that the seasons are shifting one month ahead. All during August, it felt like a gorgeous September. I'll take it! When I am out mowing or trimming, or messing with my flowers, it honestly feels like Heaven on earth. The early morning air is amazing. It makes me feel like anything is possible.
I had incredibly bad news. A very dear friend has succumbed to cancer. Her name was Cami. I have known her since she was fourteen. I may have mentioned her in past posts, concerning her passion for cooking. Now this little gal, was . . . well, little! A tiny woman with a huge talent for preparing the best food. She regularly wrote out her recipes in beautiful penmanship, and took glorious pictures of her prepared meals. I tried to encourage her to submit some of her work as a cookbook, but then cancer began to overtake her. She certainly was a tough lady, who held out as long as she possibly could. She was only 62. She was blessed with the best husband you could ask for, two daughters, four grandchildren, and this past year, a darling great-grandson! She was always cheered up when Little Kash came to visit. My Nina, BFSISPIC, was Cami's close friend since they were five years old. Nina's granddaughter and Cami's grandson, are the parents of Kash, so those two ladies really had tight connections. I'll bet when they were young, they never dreamed that they would both become great-grandmothers on the very same day with the very same wonderful kiddo.
Well, I guess I should go do something productive. That means either mowing the yard or watching politics on the TV. Hmmmm Choices, choices, choices. Better do the mowing. At least I will actually accomplish something doing that!
GOD BLESS YOU ALL AND GOD BLESS OUR COUNTRY
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