1. I’m sitting here trying to think what to post today. I’m considering confessing all my faults and failures, but after I tell you about both of them, I don’t know what to say.
2. Notice my new picture. The other was getting a bit routine, so I decided to go for a new look. I look older? That’s because I am.
3. I dished up about six or seven of these “donuts” a couple nights ago. Now they are lost and I had to start anew. It is not in WP or in recycle. I must have deleted! It was probably going to be real good; now you have to settle for this.
4. I do know I pointed out that I now identify with the Babylonian citizen who lived during the time God cursed Nebuchadnezzer, who spend seven years eating grass like an ox. I wonder how he ran the country. Maybe he had an advantage of having a second in command who was competent.
5. Why does that remind me of our top Three – Joe, Kamala, and Nancy.
6. Our kids (Roger and ReNee) are gone tonight. Just Sammy and I are here. And I’m pouting. Not a lively evening.
7. I have tried to come up with something new for a Father’s Day salute, but I find I have written some good Father’s Day posts in the past. I don’t think I can compete with what I have already written. I’ll probably edit an old one and post it. (At least if I am still pouting about the father who is now in this house.) 😀
8. Physical Therapy seems to be helping me. I’m doing much better. Sitting here in this chair with an icepack behind me. Not in pain.
9. PTD wants me to walk more, so I have carried the pedometer that counts my steps – except all those steps I spend in looking for my step counter. It now registers 1947 steps – that’s good compared to where I have been for about seven weeks.
10. My sister, Karen, came today. She had walked two miles. She brought What-a-burgers. We ate then we sat. We did talk some. Good thing about sisters; their presence is nice whether or not they do anything. I had washed my sheets so she helped make the bed. I need the help on fitted sheets. Without help I pull fit one side, walk around and pop the first side off. She also moved some of my potted flowers out of the hot sunshine. They smiled at her.
11. On my desk is an outline of activities for language arts from my school teaching days. The paper is browned and the type is purple. Anybody remember those old roller type copiers. Maybe they were called Xerox Duplicators. I can read it well enough to still stir up the teacher in me. I love some of the poem patters I taught in those days. You can see a couple after I have served you my Baker’s Dozen.
12. I can’t let the opportunity go to acknowledge my great peace and thankfulness when I lay my head on the pillow and when I wake up in the morning. My Lord God is unsurpassed in any way! When I hear the disturbing sound of my heartbeat, think of my age, even think of the age of my mechanical valve, I see how close death could be. But then I think of the time He said to me “I am still your Healer.” Yes, He is. Yes, Lord, you are.
13. And as a special extra to you all, Dear Bloggers; thanks a million for being there, and a double and triple thanks to those of you who let me know you are there by leaving me a like or a comment. You are icing on the cake – much better than a 13th donut!
A poem pattern any child can learn to love and learn to write and read. SNAKES SCARE ME Snakes in the desert Snakes in the zoo Snakes in the woods and in the water, too. Green snakes Black snakes Brown snakes Diamond-back snakes Snakes scare me!