"If you find honey, eat just enough—
too much of it, and you will vomit. "
The days since my entry on July 19 have been some of the most exasperating days I can remember. Every project I have started has veered wildly off in impossible directions. I realized that my bus trip and Shakespeare play schedules are interfering with an event with my senior granddaughter. I found out yesterday that I am anemic. I could not donate blood because my iron was too low. I called my doctor and have an appointment Friday at 11 am. I don't know whether I have a problem or the idiot 'girl" that did the prep at the blood bank is totally incompetent.
I have had her twice in a row. Each time she tries to talk me into donating just red blood cells. She claims I have valuable blood since I am O negative. News to me Last time when I refused she found my blood pressure was too high. When I protested and asked to be tested by another employee my pressure was 137/68, ie good. This time low iron at 34 and the lowest they can take is 38. If my iron level is normal when I go to the doctor Friday I am going to do all in my power to have her removed from her position. I feel surrounded by boobs and twits.
I got out of my bed (recliner) with a swollen, extremely sore right foot. I don't know what I did but it has made me mad. I cannot seem to refocus my mind off the pain. Aching back, legs that feel like they belong on the Rock Lizards of Deneb. When I get a chance I am going to lodge a complaint against the designer of the human body 8^).
Every plant and the lawns look like they are dying from lack of water. I have put the equivalent of 2 inches of rain on my lawns and plants. Yet the air is so hot and dry that one can almost see the water evaporating from the leaves. We are about 14 inches below normal for the year and have had no measurable rain in June. We had record high temperature today. Here at "shattered manor" (far from official) the temp in the shade by the pool was 105F.
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Most of the time I read emails that ask me to forward prayers to everyone then delete them. The one below spoke to me in ways the super sweet ones do not.
 | Heavenly Father, Help us remember that the jerk who cut us off in traffic last night is a single mother who worked nine hours that day and is rushing home to cook dinner, help with homework, do the laundry and spend a few precious moments with her children. Help us to remember that the pierced, tattooed, disinterested young man who can't make change correctly is a worried 19-year-old college student, balancing his apprehension over final exams with his fear of not getting his student loans for next semester. Remind us, Lord, that the scary looking bum, begging for money in the same spot every day (who really ought to get a job!) is a slave to addictions that we can only imagine in our worst nightmares. Help us to remember that the old couple walking annoyingly slow through the store aisles and blocking our shopping progress are savoring this moment, knowing that, based on the biopsy report she got back last week, this will be the last year that they go shopping together. Heavenly Father, remind us each day that, of all the gifts you give us, the greatest gift is love. It is not enough to share that love with those we hold dear. Open our hearts, not to just those that are close to us, but to all humanity. Let us be slow to judge and quick to forgive, show patience, empathy and love.
6/20: Dear God, help us do the things that will bring us closer to you. Amen. 6/21: Dear God, give us signs of your presence. May the touch of your hand be real to us and remind us that everything will always be okay for you are with us. Amen. 6/22: Dear heavenly Father, make us more aware of your surprises all around us. Amen. 6/23: Dear God, you came in Jesus to pay for our sin and to lead us in new directions. Send your Spirit, that we may be moved to give to others, as we pray, "Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us today our daily bread. Forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one."* Amen. *Matthew 6:9-13 (NIV). I stumble over the "evil one" every time. Apparently I learned from the King James versin. I had not realized just how blessed we are until I started driving the church van to bring these Santa Maria women and the residents of Turning Point and Independent Living to Church. Please click on a PRAYER LISTfor the women of Santa Maria and Bonita House for the week of June 15, 2009. | |
But still I am one.
I cannot do everything,
But still I can do something:
And because I cannot do everything
I will not refuse to do the something I can do"
My Wind Chime store is not selling so I am cutting the prices in half. Buy now! Help CAMERON!
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Timmy was a little five year old boy that his Mom loved very much and, being a worrier, she was concerned about him walking to school when he started Kindergarten. She walked him to school the couple of days but when he came home one day, he told his mother that he did not want her walking him to school everyday. He wanted to be like the "big boys." He protested loudly, so she had an idea of how to handle it. She asked a neighbor, Mrs. Goodnest, if she would surreptitiously follow her son to school, at a distance behind him that he would not likely notice, but close enough to keep a watch on him. Mrs. Goodnest said that since she was up early with her toddler anyway, it would be a good way for them to get some exercise as well so she agreed.
The next school day, Mrs. Goodnest and her little girl, Marcy, set out following behind Timmy as he walked to school with another neighbor boy he knew. She did this for the whole week.
As the boys walked and chatted, kicking stones and twigs, the little friend of Timmy noticed that this same lady was following them as she seemed to do every day all week. Finally, he said to Timmy, "Have you noticed that lady following us all week? Do you know her?"
Timmy nonchalantly replied, "Yea, I know who she is."
The little friend said, "Well who is she?"
"That's just Shirley Goodnest" Timmy said.
"Shirley Goodnest? Who the heck is she and why is she following us?"
"Well," Timmy explained, "every night my Mom makes me say the 23rd Psalm with my prayers cuz she worries about me so much. And in it, the prayer psalm says, "Shirley Goodnest and Marcy shall follow me all the days of my life." So I guess I'll just have to get used to it.
From a collection jokes posted by my grannie friends at LAFFS.
It behooves every man who values liberty of conscience for himself, to resist invasions of it in the case of others: or their case may, by change of circumstances, become his own.
Thomas Jefferson
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