Good morning everyone.
Upon reading some of yesterdays posts, but pertaining to nothing in them.
I’m offering this word of advice. Again: Not referring to anything that was posted.
Just an observation:
1. Never post anything you don’t want your mother or daughter to see.
2. Never post anything you don’t want a boss to see ten years from now.
The most harmless appearing statement about someone or something can come back.
I”m passing this on because years ago, my mother warned me about putting things in writing. The dangers of carelessness are multiplied with the prevalence of communication
Do you realize that almost everyone in America carries a camera with them?
Morning! What a tranquil scene in the header! It draws one in just desiring to sit by the pond and read a book 😊
Dry dry dry here and there is an active fire in Manitou alongside the incline. It is stated a man set the fire yelling “burn down the forest”…what times in which we are living 😞 Praying for rain and all of mankind…..
I’d like to follow up on Jo’s dilemma yesterday regarding online comments by two grandchildren. I was thinking that it might be an opportunity to engage in conversation. For example, if the comment was an insult, like “Pence is a male chauvinist,” you could ask, “Can you give me some examples of why you think that?” Or, if the comment is more specific, like “Pence said [whatever] about a woman” you could ask for the source and the context. If they are intelligent and resourceful kiddos, it seems like this approach might help them learn and think on their own instead of parroting something their parents or a peer said.
Good Morning Everyone. I’ve had half a pot of coffee, solved a sudoku while I drank it, commented on a few FB posts, made one of my own, fed the dogs, walked 2 1/2 miles while listending to a podcast, gotten my patient up, given him coffee, pills, and ice packs, argued with him over how long he is going to have to use the pressure compression thingies on his legs, and made myself breakfast. I will feed him later. The doctor wants him to load up on protein before PT.
In regards to Chas’ post above. My mother, while being an alcoholic, had a few bits of wisdom. She told me “Never put into writing anything you wouldn’t want published on the front page of the local newspaper”.
I slept well, but only for 7 hours – Loud neighbors talking out front late last night at around 11 p.m. and a restless, demanding cat at 5 a.m. this morning were to blame, the bookends that cut my sleep shorter than I wanted. I tried to go back to sleep this morning but couldn’t.
I need to find a story to write today (I think I have one) and start figuring out how to get the rental car back (I’m hoping they can pick it up), tomorrow’s the return deadline. I’ll also be electronically ‘signing’ the loan documents today for the car, and maybe that’ll help to just push me past what’s been a hard couple weeks since the accident. I think the trauma just hasn’t fully lifted yet, making the aftermath of dealing with all the fallout that much more difficult and emotional.
When I’m ready, I’ll start ‘populating’ the new Jeep — I’ll get the toll lane transponder put onto the windshield and the old Jeep’s emergency road bag put in the back cargo area. Eventually I’ll switch out the license plate frames (now advertising the local Honda dealer) for plain black ones. But I’m still going through the process of accepting it and feeling like it’s mine. It remains the strange interloper car in the driveway for now, sitting right behind the equally strange Kia rental car.
Our weather is finally turning — cool days, cooler nights — and it actually feels like fall. But the 80s will return next week. That’s typical for October out here and it “probably” will be fairly short-lived with the nights still being cool. I’m loving those owls in my neighbors’ tree out front.
The months in 2020 have sped by during this lockdown and pandemic, I guess all the ‘sameness’ has made everything just run together.
Oh, and I need to get a friend’s birthday card in the mail early today along with a couple after-insurance, out-of-pocket bill payments to the Ortho MD I saw this summer.
Maybe I’ll make coffee this morning, I haven’t had any in a couple weeks now. I’m not regular coffee drinker so when I have some it is kind of a treat.
Yes, local papers will print stuff about folks who all know each other in small towns. Of course, there are way fewer truly “local” papers left anymore, so maybe people will be able to get away with more.
Enjoy the reunion AJ, sounds like a fun break planned. The cats will be happy to see their girl.
Is there a local car rental company in town where you can drop off the car and maybe walk home or get a ride?
Does Uber still operate? I have no idea.
My Friday walking pal is coming here for the first time in living memory. Mr. Business took the car to work and I’m “stuck” at home. The other car is getting the beauty treatment in St. Helena–site of Kizzie’s relatives’ pizza shop.
BTW, if it’s open, Kizzie, send me information and we can stop in for luncheon our way back from picking up the car–whenever.
(Note: spellcheck changed lunch to luncheon, not me!)
The story of the 500 pound man will come later. 🙂
I’m trying to build suspense. But, really, it’s a prayer story.
Good question (about Uber) michelle; I’ve used Lyft in the past. I “think”? they’re still operating?
I also thought Hertz could just drive me back home (it’s about 10 miles away) but Covid probably puts the quash on that (I remember being told by Triple A I could not ride with the tow truck driver due to covid when they were towing my car home the night of the accident).
Uber and Lyft still work, at least in Smalltown, USA. Which also if you are really nice to the towtruck dispatch they will send the driver who is more lenient and will let you ride with the driver to the tire store where they are towing your car.
I was using AAA and person on the line told me their social-distancing regulations forbid riding with the driver now, so I think that’s kind of a “rule” for them. Luckily, it wasn’t far from home and my neighbor came to pick me up.
Real Estate Guy (who drives an old classic CRV) called after seeing a photo of my car I’d sent him, said, “Oh, so you decided to go smaller.” Um, no, not a lot of choice anymore in “SUVs”, when we (of the old-car brigade) weren’t looking, they somehow all morphed into soccer mom wagons or minivans. lol
Had my first appointment at my new dental office earlier this afternoon. (You may remember that I was happy to be able to get in so soon in late September, but then Nightingale had asked me to reschedule the appointment.) When you are in a new-to-you dental office for the first time, what do you not want to hear? How about a man moaning very loudly, on and on and on.
I asked the dental technician if the man was in pain, but she said he suffers from anxiety, apparently quite severely. Even knowing that, though, hearing that go on and on and on – quite loudly! – started to raise my own anxiety level. That, and some other noises, including music (at least it was music I like), as I tend to be sensitive to noise.
Kinda funny about that. I am hard of hearing – even with hearing aids I don’t pick up everything I should – and yet noises, especially loud or insistent ones, can cause me to feel anxious or even angry.
Yesterday (or recently) I said fall isn’t my favorite season, but my second-to-last (after winter). The colors are beautiful, but it’s hard to see stuff “dying off” and there’s often a chill in the air that’s just too much like winter, and the days are getting visibly shorter. Once it starts getting cool, I have a hard time making myself leave the house–I just don’t like cold.
Well, today God had some treats for me, a reminder that He put beauty in all the seasons and they are all good. Yes, the dragonflies seem to be finished for the year, and it isn’t uncommon now to see bees sleeping on flowers as they finish up their season and their lives, and most of the flowers are finished for the year too. But would we enjoy the seasons of plenty so much if they weren’t something new and fresh after the winter months? And fall has such vivid colors. Well, today I was photographing a group of trees just under half a mile from my house that have really beautiful color each fall and are in their glory now–and I realized the trees were full of warblers! I’d actually gone out earlier than in recent days–other days I’d been hoping for butterflies, and today I decided to get out early and try to see warblers–but I wasn’t expecting to see warblers before I made it to the trail, or so many of them in a fairly small patch (easier to photograph when they’re flying among a limited number of shorter trees). The foliage was so beautiful, and to add warblers to the mix was such a sweet surprise. There were at least three species (palm, yellow-rumped, and probably at least two more but at least one more), and a few starlings, a pair of cardinals, and a pair of house finches came in too.
So I thanked God for the beauty and told Him I was sorry I had complained about the way He ordered the seasons. In eternity we won’t be enduring sub-zero weather, and truth is we have little of it where we live now anyway. Winter will never be my favorite; I spent the first 22 years of my life in Arizona, and even there winter wasn’t my favorite. But all seasons have their beauties, and fall has some special ones.
When I got to the trail, it turns out they had blocked off the section where I see warblers, in order to spray herbicide on some of the plants, so I was glad I had my warbler fix already, and quite a nice one. (I did see at least one yellow-rumped warbler on the trail today, but in fall they aren’t all that pretty. They’re still special, partly because they’ll get pretty close to a person–I was within five feet of one a couple of times today–but they don’t have the colors of some of the other species.)
DJ, you should get quite a bit better gas mileage, won’t you? Maybe that doesn’t matter much if you aren’t driving in to the “office” every day, but it might be one benefit. I liked the size of the Corolla and wouldn’t really have wanted anything bigger. But that was my car that was lost in the accident, and the car I knew the best of any I ever drove.
Nightingale is outside doing some fall clean-up in the yard, and she has four little helpers – Boy, Gabby, and two daycare kids from next door. She had them running around, picking up a bunch of sticks and partial branches that have fallen from the last couple of big winds. (We had a big ole thunderstorm the other evening, with lots of crazy, crazy wind.) I don’t know how the other daycare kids got involved, but it was cute.
Yes, gas mileage is better — and the Cherokee, which is the successor of the old Liberty, has been considered an improvement performance-wise in reviews. The Liberty’s were popular, esp with the dog crowd, but they had some quirks (my ‘edition’ had problems with the power windows and I had to have a couple of them fixed — for free as the problem was widespread that year — at the dealership).
They also were considered a tip-over risk as they were tall and narrow.
But what fun they were to drive and they were so cute yet substantial.
I’d only had VW beetles (2) and Jettas (2), I wasn’t sure I’d adjust to such a “big” vehicle, but after about 24 hours I fell in love and never looked back. The second night I had it I drove it over the bridge — it was raining that night — and was thrilled that the heater WORKED (my old 200,000-mile Jetta’s climate settings were kaput); it also felt so safe, riding higher above the roadway.
Kizzie, oh, that moaning, that would really be unsettling!
I love fall, I only wish it were a bit cooler for us than it is. I’ve noticed squirrels in my backyard in the past couple days.
I knew a couple from India in an arranged marriage. They were happy together.
The wife once told a bunch of us ladies at a church ladies gathering that from the time she was little, her mother told her that someday her parents would choose a husband for her, and that the couple would come to love each other as they lived their life together. And that is what happened.
We had another sweet afternoon prayer call. At first only Florence and I were on the phone. Then my brother called and I brought him in on as a conference call participant knowing he has met Florence. He does not remember I have these calls every Friday at three. I think he will remember now. It worked well since Florence got to thank him for the figs he gave me that I shared with her and she had made into preserves. Then he got off the call and another lady who had joined the call asked, “Who was that man?” We only had the three of us today until almost time for it to be over when another got on in time for her to pray, too. If any of you have an opportunity to have prayer over the phone with a group, I highly recommend it.
Some people may see more of their vehicle than they see of their spouse. I can certainly understand your attachment to vehicles, DJ. I have felt that way in the past about lesser cars than we have now. Of course now I am rarely in the car so it has lost some of its clout with me.
Several days ago, I stopped to mail some packages at our local satellite post office.
I’m there often enough that I have conversations with the woman behind the desk–it’s lonely during this COVID time.
I asked about her family. This is her story.
Her brother-in-law’s father and grandparents lost their home, “on top of a mountain.”
“I’m so sorry.”
But she went on. Grandpa, 79, weighs 500 pounds. He can’t really move and hadn’t left the house in years. Grandma also is very heavy, but can “sort of” walk.
It took 90 minutes to get Grandpa out of the house, up a slight hill, and then into the back of a pickup truck.
Everything was on fire by the time they hoisted him into the truck. The lost their home, all their possessions, except for a garage with some old cars the firefighters managed to save.
Son, 55ish, takes care of them. The three were raced into town, but then faced the question of where to go?
Someone got them into two large rooms at a local dive hotel, and that’s where they are.
I felt completely overwhelmed by this story–my brain darting in so many different directions.
You can fill in your own blanks. Finally, I just put up my hands. “Can I pray with you?”
“Please!”
And so I prayed with her, for her family, and for this couple, but especially for the son.
I’ve been praying for this family, The McCs ever since.
When I stopped to mail some packages a little while ago, she thanked me again.
This is what a fire affords: soft hearts, willing to say prayers with strangers.
Well, we met over the internet, and I think there is still some sense that that is a weird way to meet. (That was certainly my own first impression, when I heard that someone I knew in college was marrying a man she met online!)
But the thing is, other than the initial contact, everything about an “online” relationship is the same as any relationship. Internet relationships are potentially dangerous and ripe for scammers, but assuming that both people are honest, there are some real advantages, like knowing that this person is actually interested in having a relationship with somebody. (That random person in your church might have no interest in dating.) You also can jump right to some important questions (usually answered in profiles) like whether the person wants children that might be very important, but awkward early in a dating relationship. But you don’t get to know the person’s community (or see how they relate to their community) unless you’re quite intentional about it, a big drawback.
I actually think arranged marriages are a very good idea–but they have to be done by parents who love their children and have their best interests at heart, and children need the real option of saying “no.” But marrying because you’re “in love” with someone so often leads to people marrying people who are hugely inappropriate, because it’s hard to “walk away” when you’re in love.
Overall, I’m glad God didn’t tell us that one particular method is the only one that’s authorized. (My sister tried hard to insist on that when I was dating my husband, telling me that my oldest brother had to sign off and that it was unwise for us to hold hands before our wedding day, but with all those demands I was able to remind her Scripture didn’t say that, and thus it was only an opinion and one I disagreed on.)
Kizzie, 3:37, I have heard — no pun intended — that there is some physiological basis that increases sensitivity to noise in people with a certain level of hearing loss. I don’t remember how it was explained, but it may be that there is some protective mechanism built into our hearing apparatus that erodes as a result of damage to one’s hearing.
Someone with more medical knowledge than I could probably explain it better, but I believe that was the gist of what I’d read sometime in the past.
It’s ironic that losing one’s hearing makes loud sounds even more unbearable, but apparently that is what happens at a certain point.
~ More than 70 percent of respondents feel “very attached’’ or “somewhat attached’’ to their cars, with 36 percent describing their vehicle as an “old friend’’ and more than a quarter saying they feel sad when they think about parting ways with it.’’
“The emotional attachment people feel for their cars is interesting, but not completely surprising,’’ life coach and relationship expert, Dr. Michelle Callahan told AutoTrader. “In addition to the large financial investment, a car can become a significant emotional investment – it’s there with them for major milestones in their lives like weddings, new babies and graduations and it’s literally the ‘vehicle’ that makes being physically present in these moments possible.’’ ~
Good morning everyone.
Upon reading some of yesterdays posts, but pertaining to nothing in them.
I’m offering this word of advice. Again: Not referring to anything that was posted.
Just an observation:
1. Never post anything you don’t want your mother or daughter to see.
2. Never post anything you don’t want a boss to see ten years from now.
The most harmless appearing statement about someone or something can come back.
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I”m passing this on because years ago, my mother warned me about putting things in writing. The dangers of carelessness are multiplied with the prevalence of communication
Do you realize that almost everyone in America carries a camera with them?
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Good morning! My phone needs to charge.
Right.Now.Bye.
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We’re heading north later, to retrieve our daughter. She gets a long weekend for the holiday, so she’s coming home. 🙂
I have to vacuum and sweep first. Tomorrow me and Liz are making choc chip pumpkin bread and spaghetti pie. 🙂
So it’s time to get the vacuum and terrify some cats. 🙂
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Morning! What a tranquil scene in the header! It draws one in just desiring to sit by the pond and read a book 😊
Dry dry dry here and there is an active fire in Manitou alongside the incline. It is stated a man set the fire yelling “burn down the forest”…what times in which we are living 😞 Praying for rain and all of mankind…..
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I’d like to follow up on Jo’s dilemma yesterday regarding online comments by two grandchildren. I was thinking that it might be an opportunity to engage in conversation. For example, if the comment was an insult, like “Pence is a male chauvinist,” you could ask, “Can you give me some examples of why you think that?” Or, if the comment is more specific, like “Pence said [whatever] about a woman” you could ask for the source and the context. If they are intelligent and resourceful kiddos, it seems like this approach might help them learn and think on their own instead of parroting something their parents or a peer said.
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Not many new funnies this week. And any more, “No news is good news” seems to fit.
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Good morning.
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Good Morning Everyone. I’ve had half a pot of coffee, solved a sudoku while I drank it, commented on a few FB posts, made one of my own, fed the dogs, walked 2 1/2 miles while listending to a podcast, gotten my patient up, given him coffee, pills, and ice packs, argued with him over how long he is going to have to use the pressure compression thingies on his legs, and made myself breakfast. I will feed him later. The doctor wants him to load up on protein before PT.
In regards to Chas’ post above. My mother, while being an alcoholic, had a few bits of wisdom. She told me “Never put into writing anything you wouldn’t want published on the front page of the local newspaper”.
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I slept well, but only for 7 hours – Loud neighbors talking out front late last night at around 11 p.m. and a restless, demanding cat at 5 a.m. this morning were to blame, the bookends that cut my sleep shorter than I wanted. I tried to go back to sleep this morning but couldn’t.
I need to find a story to write today (I think I have one) and start figuring out how to get the rental car back (I’m hoping they can pick it up), tomorrow’s the return deadline. I’ll also be electronically ‘signing’ the loan documents today for the car, and maybe that’ll help to just push me past what’s been a hard couple weeks since the accident. I think the trauma just hasn’t fully lifted yet, making the aftermath of dealing with all the fallout that much more difficult and emotional.
When I’m ready, I’ll start ‘populating’ the new Jeep — I’ll get the toll lane transponder put onto the windshield and the old Jeep’s emergency road bag put in the back cargo area. Eventually I’ll switch out the license plate frames (now advertising the local Honda dealer) for plain black ones. But I’m still going through the process of accepting it and feeling like it’s mine. It remains the strange interloper car in the driveway for now, sitting right behind the equally strange Kia rental car.
Our weather is finally turning — cool days, cooler nights — and it actually feels like fall. But the 80s will return next week. That’s typical for October out here and it “probably” will be fairly short-lived with the nights still being cool. I’m loving those owls in my neighbors’ tree out front.
The months in 2020 have sped by during this lockdown and pandemic, I guess all the ‘sameness’ has made everything just run together.
Oh, and I need to get a friend’s birthday card in the mail early today along with a couple after-insurance, out-of-pocket bill payments to the Ortho MD I saw this summer.
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Maybe I’ll make coffee this morning, I haven’t had any in a couple weeks now. I’m not regular coffee drinker so when I have some it is kind of a treat.
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Yes, local papers will print stuff about folks who all know each other in small towns. Of course, there are way fewer truly “local” papers left anymore, so maybe people will be able to get away with more.
Enjoy the reunion AJ, sounds like a fun break planned. The cats will be happy to see their girl.
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Is there a local car rental company in town where you can drop off the car and maybe walk home or get a ride?
Does Uber still operate? I have no idea.
My Friday walking pal is coming here for the first time in living memory. Mr. Business took the car to work and I’m “stuck” at home. The other car is getting the beauty treatment in St. Helena–site of Kizzie’s relatives’ pizza shop.
BTW, if it’s open, Kizzie, send me information and we can stop in for luncheon our way back from picking up the car–whenever.
(Note: spellcheck changed lunch to luncheon, not me!)
The story of the 500 pound man will come later. 🙂
I’m trying to build suspense. But, really, it’s a prayer story.
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Good question (about Uber) michelle; I’ve used Lyft in the past. I “think”? they’re still operating?
I also thought Hertz could just drive me back home (it’s about 10 miles away) but Covid probably puts the quash on that (I remember being told by Triple A I could not ride with the tow truck driver due to covid when they were towing my car home the night of the accident).
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Uber and Lyft still work, at least in Smalltown, USA. Which also if you are really nice to the towtruck dispatch they will send the driver who is more lenient and will let you ride with the driver to the tire store where they are towing your car.
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I was using AAA and person on the line told me their social-distancing regulations forbid riding with the driver now, so I think that’s kind of a “rule” for them. Luckily, it wasn’t far from home and my neighbor came to pick me up.
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It was for the tow truck company too. 😉
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Got the new car switched in on my insurance.
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Now the loan docs have arrived.
More tears.
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Signed.
Done with it.
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Wish I could give you a hug, DJ.
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🙂 – thank you, social-distancing hug accepted.
Real Estate Guy (who drives an old classic CRV) called after seeing a photo of my car I’d sent him, said, “Oh, so you decided to go smaller.” Um, no, not a lot of choice anymore in “SUVs”, when we (of the old-car brigade) weren’t looking, they somehow all morphed into soccer mom wagons or minivans. lol
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Had my first appointment at my new dental office earlier this afternoon. (You may remember that I was happy to be able to get in so soon in late September, but then Nightingale had asked me to reschedule the appointment.) When you are in a new-to-you dental office for the first time, what do you not want to hear? How about a man moaning very loudly, on and on and on.
I asked the dental technician if the man was in pain, but she said he suffers from anxiety, apparently quite severely. Even knowing that, though, hearing that go on and on and on – quite loudly! – started to raise my own anxiety level. That, and some other noises, including music (at least it was music I like), as I tend to be sensitive to noise.
Kinda funny about that. I am hard of hearing – even with hearing aids I don’t pick up everything I should – and yet noises, especially loud or insistent ones, can cause me to feel anxious or even angry.
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DJ – I once accidentally referred to our CRV as “the van”, and Nightingale was offended. “It’s not a van!” 😀 Haven’t made that mistake again.
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Yesterday (or recently) I said fall isn’t my favorite season, but my second-to-last (after winter). The colors are beautiful, but it’s hard to see stuff “dying off” and there’s often a chill in the air that’s just too much like winter, and the days are getting visibly shorter. Once it starts getting cool, I have a hard time making myself leave the house–I just don’t like cold.
Well, today God had some treats for me, a reminder that He put beauty in all the seasons and they are all good. Yes, the dragonflies seem to be finished for the year, and it isn’t uncommon now to see bees sleeping on flowers as they finish up their season and their lives, and most of the flowers are finished for the year too. But would we enjoy the seasons of plenty so much if they weren’t something new and fresh after the winter months? And fall has such vivid colors. Well, today I was photographing a group of trees just under half a mile from my house that have really beautiful color each fall and are in their glory now–and I realized the trees were full of warblers! I’d actually gone out earlier than in recent days–other days I’d been hoping for butterflies, and today I decided to get out early and try to see warblers–but I wasn’t expecting to see warblers before I made it to the trail, or so many of them in a fairly small patch (easier to photograph when they’re flying among a limited number of shorter trees). The foliage was so beautiful, and to add warblers to the mix was such a sweet surprise. There were at least three species (palm, yellow-rumped, and probably at least two more but at least one more), and a few starlings, a pair of cardinals, and a pair of house finches came in too.
So I thanked God for the beauty and told Him I was sorry I had complained about the way He ordered the seasons. In eternity we won’t be enduring sub-zero weather, and truth is we have little of it where we live now anyway. Winter will never be my favorite; I spent the first 22 years of my life in Arizona, and even there winter wasn’t my favorite. But all seasons have their beauties, and fall has some special ones.
When I got to the trail, it turns out they had blocked off the section where I see warblers, in order to spray herbicide on some of the plants, so I was glad I had my warbler fix already, and quite a nice one. (I did see at least one yellow-rumped warbler on the trail today, but in fall they aren’t all that pretty. They’re still special, partly because they’ll get pretty close to a person–I was within five feet of one a couple of times today–but they don’t have the colors of some of the other species.)
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DJ, you should get quite a bit better gas mileage, won’t you? Maybe that doesn’t matter much if you aren’t driving in to the “office” every day, but it might be one benefit. I liked the size of the Corolla and wouldn’t really have wanted anything bigger. But that was my car that was lost in the accident, and the car I knew the best of any I ever drove.
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Nightingale is outside doing some fall clean-up in the yard, and she has four little helpers – Boy, Gabby, and two daycare kids from next door. She had them running around, picking up a bunch of sticks and partial branches that have fallen from the last couple of big winds. (We had a big ole thunderstorm the other evening, with lots of crazy, crazy wind.) I don’t know how the other daycare kids got involved, but it was cute.
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Yes, gas mileage is better — and the Cherokee, which is the successor of the old Liberty, has been considered an improvement performance-wise in reviews. The Liberty’s were popular, esp with the dog crowd, but they had some quirks (my ‘edition’ had problems with the power windows and I had to have a couple of them fixed — for free as the problem was widespread that year — at the dealership).
They also were considered a tip-over risk as they were tall and narrow.
But what fun they were to drive and they were so cute yet substantial.
I’d only had VW beetles (2) and Jettas (2), I wasn’t sure I’d adjust to such a “big” vehicle, but after about 24 hours I fell in love and never looked back. The second night I had it I drove it over the bridge — it was raining that night — and was thrilled that the heater WORKED (my old 200,000-mile Jetta’s climate settings were kaput); it also felt so safe, riding higher above the roadway.
Kizzie, oh, that moaning, that would really be unsettling!
I love fall, I only wish it were a bit cooler for us than it is. I’ve noticed squirrels in my backyard in the past couple days.
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And the advantage of the newer cars, too, of course, are the upgraded safety features and techy dashboards. I do enjoy that part.
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Think of it as an arranged marriage rather than finding the love of your life. I hear those can work out very well in some cultures.
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I knew a couple from India in an arranged marriage. They were happy together.
The wife once told a bunch of us ladies at a church ladies gathering that from the time she was little, her mother told her that someday her parents would choose a husband for her, and that the couple would come to love each other as they lived their life together. And that is what happened.
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We had another sweet afternoon prayer call. At first only Florence and I were on the phone. Then my brother called and I brought him in on as a conference call participant knowing he has met Florence. He does not remember I have these calls every Friday at three. I think he will remember now. It worked well since Florence got to thank him for the figs he gave me that I shared with her and she had made into preserves. Then he got off the call and another lady who had joined the call asked, “Who was that man?” We only had the three of us today until almost time for it to be over when another got on in time for her to pray, too. If any of you have an opportunity to have prayer over the phone with a group, I highly recommend it.
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Some people may see more of their vehicle than they see of their spouse. I can certainly understand your attachment to vehicles, DJ. I have felt that way in the past about lesser cars than we have now. Of course now I am rarely in the car so it has lost some of its clout with me.
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The 500 man story.
Several days ago, I stopped to mail some packages at our local satellite post office.
I’m there often enough that I have conversations with the woman behind the desk–it’s lonely during this COVID time.
I asked about her family. This is her story.
Her brother-in-law’s father and grandparents lost their home, “on top of a mountain.”
“I’m so sorry.”
But she went on. Grandpa, 79, weighs 500 pounds. He can’t really move and hadn’t left the house in years. Grandma also is very heavy, but can “sort of” walk.
It took 90 minutes to get Grandpa out of the house, up a slight hill, and then into the back of a pickup truck.
Everything was on fire by the time they hoisted him into the truck. The lost their home, all their possessions, except for a garage with some old cars the firefighters managed to save.
Son, 55ish, takes care of them. The three were raced into town, but then faced the question of where to go?
Someone got them into two large rooms at a local dive hotel, and that’s where they are.
I felt completely overwhelmed by this story–my brain darting in so many different directions.
You can fill in your own blanks. Finally, I just put up my hands. “Can I pray with you?”
“Please!”
And so I prayed with her, for her family, and for this couple, but especially for the son.
I’ve been praying for this family, The McCs ever since.
When I stopped to mail some packages a little while ago, she thanked me again.
This is what a fire affords: soft hearts, willing to say prayers with strangers.
Thanks be to God.
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Kim, lol.
I might even go for an actual arranged marriage at this point — to a guy who had a (real) Jeep. I could be easily persuaded.
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michelle, wow. Praying also
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I’ve explained before:
Ours was an arranged marriage..
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To God be the glory…
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Well, we met over the internet, and I think there is still some sense that that is a weird way to meet. (That was certainly my own first impression, when I heard that someone I knew in college was marrying a man she met online!)
But the thing is, other than the initial contact, everything about an “online” relationship is the same as any relationship. Internet relationships are potentially dangerous and ripe for scammers, but assuming that both people are honest, there are some real advantages, like knowing that this person is actually interested in having a relationship with somebody. (That random person in your church might have no interest in dating.) You also can jump right to some important questions (usually answered in profiles) like whether the person wants children that might be very important, but awkward early in a dating relationship. But you don’t get to know the person’s community (or see how they relate to their community) unless you’re quite intentional about it, a big drawback.
I actually think arranged marriages are a very good idea–but they have to be done by parents who love their children and have their best interests at heart, and children need the real option of saying “no.” But marrying because you’re “in love” with someone so often leads to people marrying people who are hugely inappropriate, because it’s hard to “walk away” when you’re in love.
Overall, I’m glad God didn’t tell us that one particular method is the only one that’s authorized. (My sister tried hard to insist on that when I was dating my husband, telling me that my oldest brother had to sign off and that it was unwise for us to hold hands before our wedding day, but with all those demands I was able to remind her Scripture didn’t say that, and thus it was only an opinion and one I disagreed on.)
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Kizzie, 3:37, I have heard — no pun intended — that there is some physiological basis that increases sensitivity to noise in people with a certain level of hearing loss. I don’t remember how it was explained, but it may be that there is some protective mechanism built into our hearing apparatus that erodes as a result of damage to one’s hearing.
Someone with more medical knowledge than I could probably explain it better, but I believe that was the gist of what I’d read sometime in the past.
It’s ironic that losing one’s hearing makes loud sounds even more unbearable, but apparently that is what happens at a certain point.
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https://www.destinyimage.com/blog/eric-metaxas-alex-mcfarland-defend-the-nation-before-its-too-late
Nice podcast to listen to.
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DJ, my brother has a Jeep, but I give fair warning, it would be an unhappy marriage, and even the Jeep would not work as a consolation prize.
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Got it. 🙂
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Michelle – My cousin’s pizza shop, That Pizza Place, is open again.
(I’m jumping in to tell you this. I’ll have to read your story about the 500 lb. man tomorrow. 🙂 Goodnight!)
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https://www.boston.com/cars/news-and-reviews/2014/12/29/why-were-sentimental-about-cars
~ More than 70 percent of respondents feel “very attached’’ or “somewhat attached’’ to their cars, with 36 percent describing their vehicle as an “old friend’’ and more than a quarter saying they feel sad when they think about parting ways with it.’’
“The emotional attachment people feel for their cars is interesting, but not completely surprising,’’ life coach and relationship expert, Dr. Michelle Callahan told AutoTrader. “In addition to the large financial investment, a car can become a significant emotional investment – it’s there with them for major milestones in their lives like weddings, new babies and graduations and it’s literally the ‘vehicle’ that makes being physically present in these moments possible.’’ ~
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And people used to get attached to their horses, too.
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I stayed up until 2:30 a.m. finishing my article for tomorrow’s critique. Not sure I will be awake for the meeting.
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