My odd little life
Busy weekend. Worked Saturday night. Worked in the yard Saturday morning and today, too. The back 40 is really starting to look like something. I'm hoping I dumped enough chemicals on my lawn that the weeds and clover will start looking less like something and more like a memory. I've never had dandelions like I've had this year. Fortunately for me, I was prepared.
My strawberries are doing well. My blackberry finally had babies. Funny how things grow when there is room for them to grow. My raspberries are flourishing after being weeded for two consecutive years now.
Even the lilacs are doing well. I start on the flower beds again tomorrow.
I spent a fair part of my weekend on my back, editing and compiling some stuff for a video presentation. That's always fun, but time consuming. I should take one of the spare bedrooms and turn it into an office.
At church, one of the things the Pastor said was that you can tell about people by looking at two things; their refrigerator and their checkbook. I dunno about the checkbook, but I know where the money goes. My checkbook would tell you I'm broke. It would tell you that sins have a hefty price sometimes. You would see how much it costs me to drive Chevron and you'd feel sorry for me. I don't mind. I'm thankful I have her and can afford to drive her. I always seem to have just enough. You'd see that I'm not where I want to be with my money but I'm working on it. I give sacrificially, if not Biblically. The refrigerator tells a story of a lonely elderly lady who loves and misses her grandkids. It also tells the story of an aging man with a bunch of doctor appointments. There are receipts for paid bills, coupons that are probably expired, and a hodge-podge of magnets from various products and vendors holding up the kids' pictures and the other stuff. One of the hazards of Miss June living here is that she lives here, too. That means the photos are where she can see them. It's more than the checkbook that's a constant reminder of the cost of my sins. There are a couple of Bud Light pogs from the fill it from the bottom cups from a baseball game last year that are holding up a couple of things on the fridge, too. There isn't any beer in the fridge, though.
Everyone knows I don't like diet beer.
A few months ago, a friend of mine was having some serious marital difficulty, and ultimately wound up stranded with no money, no gas in the car, and no phone. It was a tough story to hear and it worked itself out with God's help. Last I heard the couple is doing well. But that same story played itself out in front of me today. Whether or not the young woman in the story was telling the truth doesn't matter. It's just odd to me that I'd come across that same situation this week.
It's never boring. Painful, yes...but never boring.
When my son got married, I got a picture from the wedding. When I bought a frame for it, frames were buy one, get one free. Miss June took the free frame and found a picture of a waterfall from an old calendar she had. I now have art work hanging in my newly painted bathroom. it actually looks really, really nice.
Shabby Chic is good 'nuff for aroun' here!
Men of Vision is now on the Facebook and the Twitter. Someone needs to take over the Twitter. Anybody know me think that I can share a coherent thought that isn't snarky in less than a hundred forty characters?
Yeah....me neither.
I still don't understand my life. I'm just going with it and seeing where it leads. And I'm grateful to God for filling the days with things to do for Him and things to do to keep me busy. My hands are sore and tired, but they're happy!
My strawberries are doing well. My blackberry finally had babies. Funny how things grow when there is room for them to grow. My raspberries are flourishing after being weeded for two consecutive years now.
Even the lilacs are doing well. I start on the flower beds again tomorrow.
I spent a fair part of my weekend on my back, editing and compiling some stuff for a video presentation. That's always fun, but time consuming. I should take one of the spare bedrooms and turn it into an office.
At church, one of the things the Pastor said was that you can tell about people by looking at two things; their refrigerator and their checkbook. I dunno about the checkbook, but I know where the money goes. My checkbook would tell you I'm broke. It would tell you that sins have a hefty price sometimes. You would see how much it costs me to drive Chevron and you'd feel sorry for me. I don't mind. I'm thankful I have her and can afford to drive her. I always seem to have just enough. You'd see that I'm not where I want to be with my money but I'm working on it. I give sacrificially, if not Biblically. The refrigerator tells a story of a lonely elderly lady who loves and misses her grandkids. It also tells the story of an aging man with a bunch of doctor appointments. There are receipts for paid bills, coupons that are probably expired, and a hodge-podge of magnets from various products and vendors holding up the kids' pictures and the other stuff. One of the hazards of Miss June living here is that she lives here, too. That means the photos are where she can see them. It's more than the checkbook that's a constant reminder of the cost of my sins. There are a couple of Bud Light pogs from the fill it from the bottom cups from a baseball game last year that are holding up a couple of things on the fridge, too. There isn't any beer in the fridge, though.
Everyone knows I don't like diet beer.
A few months ago, a friend of mine was having some serious marital difficulty, and ultimately wound up stranded with no money, no gas in the car, and no phone. It was a tough story to hear and it worked itself out with God's help. Last I heard the couple is doing well. But that same story played itself out in front of me today. Whether or not the young woman in the story was telling the truth doesn't matter. It's just odd to me that I'd come across that same situation this week.
It's never boring. Painful, yes...but never boring.
When my son got married, I got a picture from the wedding. When I bought a frame for it, frames were buy one, get one free. Miss June took the free frame and found a picture of a waterfall from an old calendar she had. I now have art work hanging in my newly painted bathroom. it actually looks really, really nice.
Shabby Chic is good 'nuff for aroun' here!
Men of Vision is now on the Facebook and the Twitter. Someone needs to take over the Twitter. Anybody know me think that I can share a coherent thought that isn't snarky in less than a hundred forty characters?
Yeah....me neither.
I still don't understand my life. I'm just going with it and seeing where it leads. And I'm grateful to God for filling the days with things to do for Him and things to do to keep me busy. My hands are sore and tired, but they're happy!
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