If I wasn't here, sometimes I wonder where I'd be. Not often, but sometimes.
The Oregon thing has been on my mind again lately. I thought the whole thing was just Cindy but lately I'm beginning to wonder. It was on my mind last Tuesday during my exercise time. Walking around the duck pond is quite peaceful and for some reason my mind started thinking about it again.
There doesn't seem to be this great burning desire to be there. But it's still there. Enough that I mentioned it to my houseguest on Tuesday evening before I went to bed. When I woke up on Wednesday morning, there as a pamphlet for Central Oregon Coast lighthouses on my coffee table. The old lady said it was in the laundry room. She said it wasn't there a couple of days ago, then it mysteriously(?) was (her story, not mine) and that she put it on the table to look at it.
Just sayin' it happened. Didn't say it meant anything.
Today was a little bit of a reminder why I'm here. As much as I count on other folks, folks count on me. So do the dogs. If I don't work, they don't eat and if they don't eat, they let everyone know about it. I feed them and they make me laugh. It's a fair trade. That's the way it works with the folks who share the space with me. They count on me to do my part and I count on them to do theirs. It's a mutually beneficial blessing.
If all of us weren't here, then we couldn't be a blessing to each other.
Still, though, I think that sooner or later, I'm gonna figure out what's calling in Oregon. In the meantime, I'm working on finding a happy thought. I really have no dreams anymore and I don't think that's a positive thing for a Christian or a man my age. I'm just so beat down that I just kind of accept where I am and whatever is thrown at me, I just try to deal with.
There has to be a dream somewhere.
Maybe I'll figure it out as I walk around the duck pond tonight.
The Oregon thing has been on my mind again lately. I thought the whole thing was just Cindy but lately I'm beginning to wonder. It was on my mind last Tuesday during my exercise time. Walking around the duck pond is quite peaceful and for some reason my mind started thinking about it again.
There doesn't seem to be this great burning desire to be there. But it's still there. Enough that I mentioned it to my houseguest on Tuesday evening before I went to bed. When I woke up on Wednesday morning, there as a pamphlet for Central Oregon Coast lighthouses on my coffee table. The old lady said it was in the laundry room. She said it wasn't there a couple of days ago, then it mysteriously(?) was (her story, not mine) and that she put it on the table to look at it.
Just sayin' it happened. Didn't say it meant anything.
Today was a little bit of a reminder why I'm here. As much as I count on other folks, folks count on me. So do the dogs. If I don't work, they don't eat and if they don't eat, they let everyone know about it. I feed them and they make me laugh. It's a fair trade. That's the way it works with the folks who share the space with me. They count on me to do my part and I count on them to do theirs. It's a mutually beneficial blessing.
If all of us weren't here, then we couldn't be a blessing to each other.
Still, though, I think that sooner or later, I'm gonna figure out what's calling in Oregon. In the meantime, I'm working on finding a happy thought. I really have no dreams anymore and I don't think that's a positive thing for a Christian or a man my age. I'm just so beat down that I just kind of accept where I am and whatever is thrown at me, I just try to deal with.
There has to be a dream somewhere.
Maybe I'll figure it out as I walk around the duck pond tonight.
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