One thing we can be thankful for, we made it to
Friday, July 12, 2019. I know some of you are wondering how we did with the furniture removal project. The Salvation Army never responded to my new messages, therefore, I came up with a plan to remove it myself. My eldest is out of town at a company function. My eldest grandson was at work. That left myself and my middle son to figure out something. I called our youngest and he said he would come as soon as he got some of his to-do list at work done. Time was ticking and we knew the new stuff would be here after 4 p.m. I received a call about 2 p.m. from the new furniture delivery dispatcher. He asked if they could come early. I told him I was still working on getting the old furniture out, but, if the delivery guys would help me, they could come on. They did show up early. They moved all the old furniture out and wouldn't even let us help them. I called off my youngest son who was on his way. They knew what they were doing. I have a slight backache from watching them work. Everything worked out fine. When it was all said and done I thanked God for it turning out like it did. (I did give them a generous tip for doing the removal. On her way out the door to go to VBS, I had told the wife that I might try moving it out by myself. She said that if I even tried there would be a problem like no other problem I had ever encountered. Did I ever mention she can be fierce when she wants to?)
Twelve years ago I wrote a blog about me having a slight case of blog fatigue. I had only started the blogging adventure less than 3 months before. My point? It happens! Here's what I wrote back then: "Blog Fatigue? Today I am going to take a break from sharing some great revelation of new facts, information, stories, and intrigue as it relates to the life and times of this blogger in his sojourn here on earth. Why? Have I run out of things to write about? The answer to that question reminds me of my mom driving over to our huge city many years ago. She had never driven in a downtown situation like the one here. I don’t know how, but she was able to get within six blocks of where I worked. She parked her car, found a phone and called me. I was finally able to figure out the general area where she was and left immediately to meet her. When I arrived she was exhausted but very pleased she had made it. When we got to where her Ford Pinto was parked she was right up against a large sign which read: “Don’t Even Think About Parking In This Spot”. This is my answer to whether I’ve run out of material or not. In fact, this morning I started several different stories but they did not resonate and I ended up scrapping them, for now. There’s so much material, so many memories, so many unforgettable experiences, people, and places, but so little time. This week has been somewhat hectic since here at the workplace we are a little shorthanded and it is vacation season and I have been very busy running here and there. Hey, that sounded almost good enough to make that the excuse for not doing a blog today! At any rate, I’ll never forget an elderly gentleman at a Church we attended many years ago who always said the same thing when you asked him how he was doing. He would look directly at you with a gleam in his eye and say, “If I kicked, I ought to be!” Guess that’s a good way of putting it. This is the day that the Lord has made and we have the opportunity to rejoice and be glad in it, this very day, and if given all that God has done for me, I kicked or complained, well, I guess I deserve to be kicked myself!"
Another blogging week has come and gone. I do appreciate those who take the time to read my postings. I've been asked before if me doing them is like a type of therapy. Could be. The good Lord knows I could use any and all help from any and all sources. According to folks over the years who think they know me quite well, I've been in the word stringing business for a long time. Verbally and in print. At the big Company, anytime the big boss needed an important report written he typically assigned me the responsibility to do it. And, there's my grandfather's proverbial assessment of my word slinging, "Son, are you ever going to come up for air?" To be honest, I'm thankful I can still sit down at my workstation and peck out a few word strings. That's the truth. Last Sunday morning we had a dear fellow at the end of my class who became disoriented. (Best we can tell it had nothing to do with my lesson.) Folks feared he had suffered a stroke. He didn't seem to know where he was and was very fuzzy on other pertinent information. He ended up at the hospital and has been there all week. I talked to him yesterday and he seems to have recovered his faculties at this time. It was a collapsed lung and an underlying infection. Scary stuff. That's why we should always be thankful if we, even slowed down some, can still get up and go about our daily routines. I think everyone can give an
Amen on that one.
Amen. .....More later.
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