”In no particular order”
The past week has been agony. I had been listening to “beautiful instrumentals” music on DirectTV until they played for two whole days songs about a lover or spouse being dead or gone. So I started watching old TCM movies and all I saw were movies that she and I always watched together. Many of them were so well known to us that we would turn down the sound and do the dialogue. Then Wednesday night I heard her small voice calling my name and asking me for help. Over the next two nights I grew to understand she is “blocked” somehow and needs me to help her move on. So please pray for Carolyn. No I do not believe in ghosts or lingering spirits but something is happening.
I received a wedding invitation by “brainwave” from a couple named Gaither Gail Mendenhall and Victor Cripin Medalle. Actually it was two new voices in my head asking me to record their stories. Just what I need are more characters milling around in my head distracting me at odd moments with snippets of tales that never develop into useable stories. Nevertheless here is part of their current story. She is 26 with a college degree in something. He is 27 and owns and operates a hamburger stand and a car repair shop as well as a meat market on the block near where they grew up. They were neighbors whose parents worked for Magnavox electronics. Her parents are Quakers and his are US citizen emigrated from UK. The parents played cards every Saturday and the two babies then kids were often bathed together and put in the same bed at bedtime. Essentially they grew up together. During their early teen years they discovered sex and have been devoted participants ever since. After high school she went to Pepperdine and got a BS. He stayed home and grew his teen age jobs into full grown businesses. She moved back home and into his home and became his business associate. They each figured the other would find someone new and exciting and marry. A couple of months ago, Christmas actually, they took a long weekend vacation and went to a tiny New England town to watch the snow. When they got to the hotel they were exhausted so they went to bed early. The next morning they woke coupled and shocked. They had never had unsafe sex. She is now 2 months pregnant and they are getting married next weekend.
His great great grandfather won the Victoria Cross during the Boer War, His great grandfather won it during World War I at Somme. His grandfather was killed and posthumously awarded the VC in the skies over Britain in WWII. His father earned the VC in Bosnia. After that conflict his dad moved to the USA where there is no Victoria Cross and said “enough is enough” Victor was born in Alabama. And joined the USA Army as soon as possible after 9/11. He was awarded a purple heart in Iraq and also in Afghanistan. He earned the Distinguished Service Cross for action in and around Kabul.
Their child will be named the Latin version of satin sheets. The advertisement for the hotel in upper New Hampshire prominently featured satin sheets for all the beds.
Sometime back I bought a tomato plant and pots and soil and etc so that I could have fresh homegrown $50 per pound tomatoes. Since then and due to a pronounced lack of growth I have added a larger gro-light and a pot-heater mat to keep the soil warm. Now the tomatoes are approaching a potential $80 per pound range. But the plant is thriving and even putting on new leaves and blooms. I have constructed a “great wall” around the garden to protect it from the freezing breezes from my fan.
That is a damned lie because I have the room thermostat set at 78 and it feels like summer in here. The plant is a cute little thing and Rascal and I spend much time admiring it. From the drooling I think he is thinking about a tomato plant salad. Which is another good reason for the “great wall”. The next picture is a much closer look at the lower set of blooms. If you look real close and believe hard enough you can detect a slight swelling of the backmost bloom. Or where that bloom was. It is almost like a woman who is thrilled to learn she is 3 days pregnant. Imagination is stronger than reality.
I am off my feed. For days my stomach has felt packed with oak leaves. The Kale salad I ate last time had laves like pin oak and ash. The “ash” leaves had long stems (2 to 3 inches). I wish now that I had cut them off. I envision that my guts have interwoven those stems into something like a cheap bamboo rug.
I dropped my old iphone last night and destroyed the display. Today, yes Sunday, I took it to a repair shop. He will have it ready in 4 days and only charge me $125. I do not want a new phone. My iphone has been more than I need. If I were forced to buy a new phone the only upscaling I would do would be to the camera function.. Luckily I had backed up my phone February 1. I do that every month. My calendar, contacts, photos and notes are too precious to loose.
Things are mostly well here in the room in the clouds.
Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
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