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I went to New Orleans.
She was over 18.
She had breast cancer or something like it.
Every day for the last 12 years she has run
down the sidewalk to greet me
when I got home from work.
On the weekends I would have to walk up
the sidewalk so she would see me coming home.
As part of the ritual I would feed her a
different can of Fancy Feast every day.
I liked to pretend she was happy to see me
even though she was
really trained to eat when I got home.
I would set her plate on the camper shell of my pickup
and talk to her about the day while she ate.
She never judged and always listened.
She had two different colored eyes and
I always thought that explained why she was a touch goofy.
We have another cat that is about 10.
She has always been aloof from me
but since I got back she has been my constant bud.
In some strange cat way I think she misses Puff.
I buried Puffy among the azeleas where she spent
many hours hunting bugs and mice.
In her senior years she would just chase
them out of the yard.
Fancy Feast tasted better!”
I saw Carolyn with Puffy last night.
Ponder this! If we had some way or power source that could produce a steady continuous acceleration of 32 feet per second per second we could reach the moon in about 4 hours. Mars would be a few days or thereabout. I found a site that shows the times to various solar system bodies at cosmoquest.org. We do not have the technology to build such a drive now or in the near future. And I am not sure the current mass of humanity has the courage or will to try. Personally I want to live long enough to attend the wedding of my 12 great-grandchild on Formalhaut II. If I thought I could live long enough to raise another family on Mars I would volunteer for the one way trip today.
It is now Sunday night and I am still celebrating going to chapel this morning. I heard the best sermon about “Doubting Thomas” that I have ever heard. For over a half century I endured condemnation because I dared to doubt many of the Christian beliefs. Not so much the belief but rather my ability to accept the statements without supporting evidence. The preacher this morning said, to paraphrase, those who say they never doubted the word of God have lied to you. God knows we doubt. I will be back to the chapel. The preacher reminds me so much of my favorite Methodist preachers.
Tonight I finished cooking the Chicken and Dumplings. I simplified the hell out of the recipe by using the tubular refrigerated biscuits. I combined the 8 pieces of dough into 3 lumps and rolled each lump into a semicircular shape about a quarter inch thick and then cut out dumplings using a Texas shaped cookie cutter. I then bisected each shape with a straight edge from Gainesville to Del Rio. I used an empty cleaned plastic quart milk bottle filled with warm water as my rolling pin. I ended up with 6 Texas shaped dumplings and a whole fling of odd shapes. Each piece was dropped into the boiling chicken cooking retained chicken broth. After all the pieces of dough were cooked and puffy I decided I needed a larger pan. I dumped all into my largest pan and then added the shredded chicken. What a feast! No salt no spices just biscuits, chicken and chicken broth. I took my neighbor a portion and ate the rest. Well! I will finish the remainder tomorrow. Wrapping this up so I can watch “Call the Midwife” on PBS.
Hug each another real tight and share a heartbeat.
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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