So I had to go to the bank today and set up Aunt Joan’s estate account. Nobody’s getting anything, the government will get it all, but the paperwork never ends. Like, never.
I didn’t understand half of what the guy was telling me, and when he got around to telling me that because I’m only a mere nephew, and not a son, they can only release half of the money, or whatever, I’m afraid I blew my stack. “What are you talking about? [expletives deleted] I mean, there is nobody else, there’s only me–everybody else is [bleep] dead!”
My wife was most upset that I didn’t get the business done as well as it could have been. *sigh* So I went outside to smoke a cigar, and discovered that there was a baby cardinal in the garden, with the mother and father flying all around and all in a tizzy because the baby should’ve been in the nest, and there was nothing I could do to help them. We just checked again, and found all three cardinals gone. I hope that means they got the little guy to fly. He must have done at least a little flying, to wind up there in the first place.
My stomach is just starting to return to its proper location in my abdomen. But I can forget about writing another chapter of my novel today.
It’s already after 3:00. Time for prayers.
I have a prayer. For Lee.
Dear Lord, please grant Lee peace in his heart and mind as he works so hard to serve you. We are so grateful for his faithful wisdom and encouragement every day. Every day we rejoice in the holy music he gives us, and we sing along with all our hearts. Bless him with your supernatural joy that, unlike “happiness” doesn’t depend on what’s “happening” but only depends on our faith and trust in You. Amen.
Thanks, Evelyn. I know He hears you.
All you can do is what you can do, Lee. You are a good and kind-hearted man and you are dismayed, rightfully, by much of what you see around you. Romans 8:22 “For we know that the whole creation groans together and travails together until now.” The misfortunes of animals and the mindlessness of bureaucracy are part of the travails.
You’re doing fine, it’s the fallen world which is in failure.
I really enjoy the expletives in your Bell Mountain books.
I’m cuss’t glad to hear it.
Burned if I don’t, too. 🙂
You can see I don’t just fatz around.
🙂 🙂
Sorry to hear all the hassle! Seriously though the guy should be more sensitive in talking to you about your aunt. By the way I ordered your book and it just arrived today
I hope you enjoy it.
I’ll be praying for you!