I really felt a lot better today, and took it pretty easy.
I have a doctor appointment coming up, so we can see what is going on.
Yesterday was horrendous, but it has passed.
Your prayers have helped, I am sure. That and a little really taking it easy (which can’t hurt).
Have a good night, all.
See you tomorrow.
God bless everybody.
Patty
This is very odd. Perhaps they are right about more undiagnosed cases being out there.
From November 19, 2019
The high spot of our day so far is a visit to the laundromat.
Yesterday I brought in one of Patty’s coats to be cleaned, and we picked it up this morning. The cheerful little woman who runs the place held up the coat with a big smile and said, “Look how nice it came out!” It looked like it had just come off the rack. “My wife is going to be very pleased when she sees it,” I said. “Yes, please make sure you show it to her,” she answered.
It’s always a pleasure to deal with someone who takes pride in her work and wants to do a good job for her customers. And it should be appreciated. Any one of us can make the world a better place just by showing our appreciation to all the different people who serve us in so many different ways. We’ve become very fond of our supermarket checkout clerks, the folks at our local Chinese restaurant, and the local merchants with whom we regularly do business–and now our laundress, too. These people deserve to be appreciated. And we’d be hard put to do without them.
Loving your neighbor doesn’t have to be a Broadway production number. And we all have it in our power to do it–in those little ways that have a way of adding up into something very good.
This is Long Beach Island, where they are expecting a fair hit from the Nor’easter approaching. We had many a happy day there, but I would not want to be there for the next two days. This film is what is going on there right now.
I’m just going to hunker down, make my supper, watch some TV and go to bed early (as usual).
Have a good night, all.
See you tomorrow.
God bless everybody.
Patty
From February 25, 2021
The sun’s out, for a change; but that last nooze post, on goings-on in the Buffalo public schools, took something out of me. I mean, we are in so much trouble, so deep in trouble, so totally surrounded by trouble, it makes my head spin.
I wish I were working on another book, but that has to wait until the spring. Somewhere in the unknown west, a huge armada is preparing to invade Obann. The city of Durmurot has no way to defend itself. I do know what’s going to happen with that armada, but I don’t dare breathe a word of it–that would be a major spoiler. And then there’s a looming crisis in Lintum Forest to be dealt with: the accursed past has reached out to the present.
It seems to me that we have nothing left but our prayers, and no one to turn to but God Our Father. No one left to defend us but Him. Keeping the faith, these days, is not easy. Cranking up my morale so I can write every day–well, that’s not easy, either. I appreciate your prayers.
I think of Sir Thomas Malory, writing the Morte D’Artur while he was banged up in a medieval prison on charges which have remained obscure to this day. He had a load to carry. And I tell myself, If he can do it, so can I. I, at least, don’t have to worry about the kinds of punishments they used to hand out in the 15th century.
Let’s pray the leftids don’t go quite that far. Pray often. Pray hard.
How anyone could abandon these precious soul, I just don’t know.
The employee of the month every month.