”Mighty MEAL!”
Sitting here preparing my thoughts for this thing. Then I notice the number above. It has been over 10 years since I retired. A whole decade! Where the hell did the time go? I hope I take time to enjoy the next 10 years. Ten? Cripes I’ll be 84 in 10 years. As a kid I thought 35 was old and worn-out. Now my friends are in their 90s. Sorry for the diversion.
I had a large meal last night. I cut my tomato into four wedges, salted with fresh ground Black Sea salt, and ate slowly.
The beast was very tasty but lacked the tang of a sun-ripened full sized tomato. It was infinity better than a store bought tomato. Today I found my assigned half space garden plot. I took samples from four points and sent them off to the Harris County Ag agent for soil analysis. I was promised a one week turn around for the results. I also took a sample to Cornelius Nursery. My contact there did a few tests and recommended a bag of decomposed chicken shit and a bag of aged cow manure with a dusting of flowers of sulfur and a pound of milk of magnesia. He promised me he will bring me his small electric tiller. Now I need to research what I can plant. It is a little too late for tomatoes since the high heat will be here in less than a month. I am excited!
I was so disappointed by my white pistachio ice cream I just put it into a storage container and stuck mit in the freezer. Tonight I did not feel like cooking (really the cleaning up part was the persuader) so I made a meal of Ritz crackers and cokes. For desert I had a bowl of the Pistachio ice cream. It was pretty danged good. Soft and creamy with a delicious crunch from the nut bits. So the basic construction was OK. I just need to find a way to make it green. Darlene recommends green food coloring. My next batch of ice cream, however, will be made using “pieces of “fun-sized” Milky Ways. I have them chopped into small pieces and stored in the freezer. I froze them while spread on a cookie sheet then put them into a zip lock bag. That way they will not stick together.
My spiritual life has taken many sharp turns in my life. Most of my life I was a severe disbeliever in a soul that survives after death. I just could not comprehend the logistics required. Then Mom died with her family around her. Silence from the beyond. Then died, but I was so shattered by the accidental fire that that I could not bear his agony and let him die alone in the hospital in Salt Lake City. Since then Dad has often visited me during quite moments and at night. He talks to me about stuff that did not exist before he died. He discusses his great grand children. None were born or even expected before he died. He even gave me a lesson in using key words for google searches. I explained that by pretending my mind was updating his memory. July 2013 my center, my life, my wife died. I was at her side when she died but some of her last words were “Wayne stay there and let me check the lay of the land”. Occasionally I hear her young voice call my name. Once she told me she was blocked and I asked for prayers for her. Monday night her voice woke me from a sound sleep. She simply called my name “Wayne!” I woke and looked around to find her. I hoped I had passed so I could be with her again. As reality settled back around me I noticed a small glow from the kitchen. I got up to investigate and found the refrigerator door slightly open. Sometime back I forgot and did not close the door firmly and all the food thawed and wasted a lot of money. From beyond she is still looking out for me. Oh how I miss her.
Yesterday was a busy day. Rascal’s checkup at the vet showed he was in excellent health I had taken him because of his fishy breath. The vet assistant explained, after the vet examined him, that the vet said he needed his teeth cleaned. Which would require anesthesia and that could not be done until blood tests and a full body scan showed he was healthy enough to be put to sleep. In other words his fishy breathe might be cleared after $1200 of tests. No freaking way. I will just learn to brush his teeth or add something into his diet to clear his breathe. That $11 cat has already cost me about $4000 over his life time.
Before I took him to the vet I had stopped at the doctor’s office for my prostate exam. His fingers were even larger than the last time. He could have checked my tonsils with that long finger. He told me I had an enlarged prostate. I reminded him he had told the same thing for over a decade. His reply was “well your next exam will be in 5 years. Right! Like a 80 year old man is going to get another finger stuck up his butt at that age!
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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