Sometimes being a man isolates me from real meaning. Sunday our younger daughter left the contemporary service after I answered her question about where our senior pastor was. He was holding a "healing" service in the Sanctuary. She returned shortly and replied that "Yes Allison had laid his hands on and prayed for her". Then on the way home she told me she was quitting smoking. I, being dense as usual, congratulated her and launched into a lecture about how much money she would save. Today before therapy I texted her and told her how proud I was of her for quitting. She replied that she wanted her baby healthy. All day I have pondered. Are we going to be grandparents again or is she trying? She and her mom are probably going to give me hell about this but I want them and the world to know how much the thought of another grandchild thrills me. Last therapy session I watched a beautiful young mother feeding her baby while she was waiting for her husband to finish therapy. How I miss the feel of holding a little baby. I am uncomfortable with kids from 12 to 18 because I have no common interest. I honestly feel like I did not have those years of experience. "Yeah, Yeah!" I can hear my wife say, "you had to work". Whatever happens I support her with all my heart and soul.

And on top of that she is quitting smoking. Life is good!

I was so hot yesterday I waited until 9 pm to venture outside to water my potted plants and then to swim, and do my aquatic therapy. I stupidly turned the light in the pool on. Within 20 minutes my wife and I were being pelted with "June" bugs that were attracted by the light. They are completely harmless to humans but do extensive, in the larval stage, damage to lawns. In fact, I am quite fond of them and spent most of the remaining time in the pool rescuing the idiots from drowning. They have sharp little fingers that cause them to cling very tight. When I was searching for info for the bugs I discovered they are edible and were used by Indian medicine men. How cool is that? We can eat the bug that eats our lawns.

In today's therapy session David added two exercise with big balls and one with me pressed against a door trying to lift and tighten my pelvic girdle muscles. I still cannot isolate or identify the muscles they want me to tension. The exercises were so rigorous I actually looked forward to the 7 minute stationary bike session that ends each visit. I stopped at the pharmacy to pick up my medicines which reminded me that I must tell Dr. G to change me to generic drugs. I am taking 3 non-generic medicines. My drug bill is now $125 per month and my wife's is about the same.

My wife made me a cinnamon/sugar pizza for me. It was waiting for me when I got home. I ate every bit of it while I read the comics and solved the daily Sudoku puzzle. Then I settled into my recliner to let the sugar buzz pass and then nap. About 2 pm I went out back to treat, (chlorine removal) water for the Koi pond. It was so hot I filled the container and started the aerator pump and rushed back into the house. The high temps has caused high evaporation from their pond and our tap water with it's high Chlorine content is lethal to Koi. At 4 pm I went back outside with the intention of swimming and transferring the treated water to the pond. Too hot! The thermometer on the tree in the shade read 102 Fahrenheit. Needless to say I did not swim. I will wait until 10 or 11pm and leave the lights off.



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Out next marriage counseling session has been rescheduled to June 20 so I reread the assigned paper. After that I was browsing on-line comic strips. The Adam at Home strip reinforced what I had been told repeatedly before. Much of the time a woman just wants to talk and have her mate listen. The male tendency is to listen for the clue words and then start solving the proble. That, as I now understand, is actually insulting to the woman because she is most of the time fully qualified to solve her own problems. She just needs to talk it out to help her visualize the problem and solution. Women are wildly more verbal than men.







My Wind Chime store is not selling so I am cutting the prices in half. Buy now! Help CAMERON!

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Mix two small packages of Peach Jello with hot water only. Then add 1 can of Peach Pie Filling, 1 lg. can of crushed Pineapple, refrigerate overnight. then take 8 ounce. sour cream and 8 ounces. cream cheese,and1/3 cup of sugar, whip until sugar is thoroughly dissolved, spread on jello and chill until serving time.

For Thanksgiving and Christmas, I use the same recipe with Raspberry jello and Blueberry pie filling and Crushed Pineapple. Both are delicious.
This recipe will soon appear at Sammy's Good Eats website.

 

In matters of style, swim with the current; in matters of principle, stand like a rock.
Thomas Jefferson

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