JimL
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Four years ago this morning I was begging them please to give me some happy juice before they stuck one more needle into me; I had had enough needles!
Four years ago this morning I was begging them not to shave off all my hair, since I had spent so very much of my life up to that point growing what little I have.
Four years ago this morning I was begging the Lord to let me see the other side of the mountain (I didn't know that's what it's called then).
They did, they didn't, and He did.
Today I have a wonderful group of friends here, some of whom I've met in person at two reunions and some small ones.
Today I'm still trying to understand the EF reported to me at my annual echo yesterday, 81, which must be very close to as high as it goes.
Today I plan to continue spending some time making some beds for a couple of girls (ages 10 and 12?) out of white oak. Yes, I get splinters, lots of them, and no, I don't bleed to death.
Today I hope not to be as clumsy as I was last Friday night, when I bumped my head on the corner of a shelf and received a couple of nasty gashes. And no, even though I'm on coumadin, I didn't bleed to death; a couple of ice cubes stopped the bleeding, no trip to the ER was necessary.
Today I look forward to Thanksgiving when four children will be home, and Christmas when five will be home. Today I hope to hear again from our daughter who is spending this week on clean-up in the New Orleans area.
And today I have the wonderful privilege of cluttering up this site with yet another of these rambling posts.
Four years ago this morning I was begging them not to shave off all my hair, since I had spent so very much of my life up to that point growing what little I have.
Four years ago this morning I was begging the Lord to let me see the other side of the mountain (I didn't know that's what it's called then).
They did, they didn't, and He did.
Today I have a wonderful group of friends here, some of whom I've met in person at two reunions and some small ones.
Today I'm still trying to understand the EF reported to me at my annual echo yesterday, 81, which must be very close to as high as it goes.
Today I plan to continue spending some time making some beds for a couple of girls (ages 10 and 12?) out of white oak. Yes, I get splinters, lots of them, and no, I don't bleed to death.
Today I hope not to be as clumsy as I was last Friday night, when I bumped my head on the corner of a shelf and received a couple of nasty gashes. And no, even though I'm on coumadin, I didn't bleed to death; a couple of ice cubes stopped the bleeding, no trip to the ER was necessary.
Today I look forward to Thanksgiving when four children will be home, and Christmas when five will be home. Today I hope to hear again from our daughter who is spending this week on clean-up in the New Orleans area.
And today I have the wonderful privilege of cluttering up this site with yet another of these rambling posts.