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Thursday, the neglected day.  Who makes a date for Thursday night?  Who starts a diet on Thursday?  Who cleans house, goes shopping, or cooks for company on Thursday?  So what a day to be assigned a prompt on writing about your day—one 24 hour period and it turns out to be a Thursday!  Remembering that Jesus promised to give me life “more abundantly,” I decided to see if that means even on a throw-away Thursday.

Morning devotion:  Genesis, story of Isaac, Rebecca, Esau, Jacob, and Jacob’s family, Leah, Rachel, twelve sons, and one daughter.  Listened on kindle to a hymn which I am learning before Sunday, “Just When I Need Him Most.”  Also read the history of “Nothing Between” composed by Charley A. Tindley, born a slave who taught himself to read and became a famous song writer and preacher.

Season change:  In setting up the Fall décor in my window, I thought of Ginger who taught me a lot about decorating.  Called to tell her how much she had enhanced my life.  Her wasn’t home so I left a message.

Chat with Sammy as he lay on the floor putting eye drops in his eyes.  I had a Norman Rockwell picture of magazine with headline “The Nazi no one Knows.”  It was dated 1940.  That was when the USA was remaining neutral after the war had started.  After Pearl Harbor America joined the Allied Forces and began to “know” about the Nazi she had been ignoring!

Off to the blood clinic:  Apologized to Valet for the fact that my car is a real “jerk” when it starts off, but I keep it anyway.  He laughingly said that he understood that a car can become a member of the family.  So nice of him to say that, covering up the fact that I am either too lazy or too poor to get out and find another car!  I asked the nurse what would be the next excitement in her day now that I had arrived.  She said, “Patients, patients are always a highlight of my day.”  The receptionist’s day was going downhill after she saw me!  She was going to mark questionnaires with yellow highlights to make it easy for patients to initial the forms.  Sat outside on a bench and waited for the valet.  Talked to a lady sitting by me.  She had been in the doctor’s office “all morning” and was obviously tired and cold.  But the rest of her day would be taken up with family activities.

Off to get a perm in my hair.  Debbie, a manager and instructor in the beauty college, checked me in.  She looked special with lots of little clips in her hair.  I appreciated her telling the student that I needed special parting of my hair because I have a horrible natural part—but she didn’t say that.  Abby set my perm.  Her good news was that she has completed all her class time so she is now looking for a place to go to work—the kind that pays!  I told her I was going to write about her, so Abby are you reading this?  You did a good job on my hair, even the horrible natural part.

Home again:  Put stew on for supper.  Slept while it cooked.  Ate.  Played two games of Rummikube with Pete (19 year old grandson).  He beat me both times, but I gave him a run for it!  Ending this day by writing this blog.

Now that’s how one can have a “more abundant” throw-away Thursday!

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. Well, you did have a normal yet productive day. A pot of stew made and the conversation with the Valet about your car made me smile. Some cars are family members😊

  2. Gina Blue says:

    I love to play Rummikub. But we’ve also had fun with how to pronounce the name of the game. My mom always pronounced it Room E cube…so that’s how I pronounced it. Then my daughter got in on the act and corrected me. No, Mom. Look at how it’s spelled. It’s pronounced Rum E Cub. Bottom line…Who cares?? It’s such a fun,fun game!! PS I respect Thursdays!


  3. dawnlizjones says:

    I LOVE hearing about your day. Your sense of humor is so much fun! Thanks for being a part of my Friday reading!!

  4. oneta hayes says:

    Thanks so much, download. You make me feel good! I want to return the favor.

  5. Faye says:

    Thanks very much for writing this. Its Saturday here as I am enjoying that catching up on other folks writing. Your day sounds quite an adventure. Very much not a ‘throw away’ day. Wow! Every day must sparkle if you exercise your humour.

  6. oneta hayes says:

    I found the day to be much more “sparkly” then I expected. I’m blessed. Thanks Faye for reading nd commenting.

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    • oneta hayes says:

      I wrote before reading the specifics. What an honor! To receive an award with no responsibilities attached. And I love your list of respect award receivers. I want to look them over and visit with those I do not know. Thanks for helping me bond with such a great group of people! Thank you.

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