This morning had an early start. My day to take Mom to the grocery store. She had been going with her neighbors and things have changed a little. So I’ll get her there today. And it’s another appointment for another shot in each knee. At least I can go down the steps without pain now. Baby steps, I suppose.
Today is another cloudless morning. The sky is brilliant blue here at the Home Office in Gretna, Nebraska. It promises to be another beautiful day. The investigators into the house explosion in Omaha yesterday deserve a dry day to sort out evidence and a cause for the explosion. It’s a very complicated process, and I know they will leave no stone unturned. It was a tragic situation. Working with the literal pieces left is challenging. My prayers for those investigators.
Have you ever noticed light bulbs seem to burn out in pairs? Or at least it’s that way to me. Two bulbs, both in the basement, burned out yesterday. It was too dark to see our way in the storage room! As always, the Babe replaced them after retrieving the ladder from the garage and the bulbs from a closet. Those are awful things to run out of, aren’t they? I would guess the top five list would be:
- Light bulbs
- Garbage bags
- Toilet Paper
- Tissues during a cold or allergy attack
- Cash for Girl Scout Cookies, etc.
Wednesday left under the radar again; it took awhile with Mom, and I went to the doc, came home, and it was time to pick up Addison from school. Her dad’s out of town on business, and she told us she couldn’t wait until Friday, “Because I’ll get to see my dad again.” So sweet, isn’t it?
The Post had a Keto friendly meal of Broasted Chicken (just a few carbs; I hope), and a salad. We fudged on a cookie, too. There are fewer people each week, it seems. We abide by the rules for masks in Omaha; wearing masks upon entering, moving around in the bar and eating areas; constantly sanitizing; and food being served to the tables. It’s a lot more work for the kitchen volunteers. It was a nice evening.
I really don’t enjoy skipping a day on my blog. I feel like I’m letting myself down, and I may not reach my goals. Hopefully, next Wednesday won’t find me in a time crunch again. There is only one more shot for the old knees, then wait six months and see if they helped. So far they’re a little better. One can only hope, you know?
I’ve already taken a Goldie break already this morning. She looks so pitiful when the Babe’s gone and she brings me her rope toy. She just wants to play all day and night. She deserves some indulgence, she really is a good girl. Lexie loves mild days like this. Trouble is, she wants company outside, and although we left a couple of chairs on the deck, there is nowhere to set my Chromebook. She deserves a sunbath on the deck in December; you know?
In the past couple weeks I’ve experienced some unacceptable behavior from others, which has roots in them making assumptions about me and my motives. I object to this; it is not only completely false it’s also hurtful. To make something ugly out of the purest of intentions causes deep wounds and decreases my trust. When you build a lifetime on accepting others and forgiving, this is hard, especially during the season of Love.
What’s the moral of this story? Don’t jump to conclusions. Ask them about their motives, don’t assume. It is an ugly, disrespectful thing to do. To anyone. Children, adults, and old people. Otherwise you’re a judgmental jerk and you’ve lost someone’s trust. Do you really want that outcome? I thought not. I know I sure don’t.
Let’s all clear the ugliness from our hearts. Let’s examine our collective consciences, rid our hearts of negativity, and do the next right thing. Be Kind. Be Generous. Be Thoughtful. Give someone the benefit of the doubt. We all deserve it. Make it a great day!