Breakfast

Breakfast was wonderful. We ate later, and my eggs were wonderful. I don’t mind getting dressed for the day before we eat. Two, fried eggs apiece just means that we love eggs for breakfast. Ed, and Isaac eat toast, but I am off bread, and potatoes for now.

I would be off sweets, but they keep coming up, so I go in stride. We had some of Isaac’s form of ice cream. It is really good, and rich. It is a, souffle that he makes, and then freezes. Wow.

I have the meal Wednesday. We will have my form of meatloaf. I wanted to make hamburgers, but the meal needs to have more to it. Meatloaf can be loaded if you like to do this. I put many things in meatloaf. It does make a, good sandwich later.

I Have Written More Today

If you are going through a painful situation, you can pray. God hears us and He is concerned as we are. He doesn’t Worry. He is God Almighty. I do believe there is a time for everyone, but I do believe that praying as you go through the grieving will help.

“Thou will keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on Thee. He trusts in Thee. I do believe the trust and the peace go together.

There is time for weeping. You will miss the loved one. I had plenty of time to weep because of my sisters, and earlier because of my parents leaving. They said good bye to one of my sisters. I had a grandmother who died when I was young. It hurt, but she did go to Heaven. I know.

For those going though a hard time, I pray that God will be close in your heart, and mind. I pray that the shield of the Lord will be around you, and that you will wear His Peace.

Perfectionist?

No I am not a perfectionist. I am not perfect, and quite frankly, I never have been neater than I should be. I have struggled with neat, and ordered Art. Some people have loads of talent, but they realize Art can be work, and they won’t touch it.

I am the middle child, and my talented sister was the most Artistic in our family. She died early in life, and left her family to pick up and carry on. They did. Her cancer lasted many years, because she wanted her son to be older when she did go to Heaven.

Well, we learn, and we miss her, but we know where she is. We don’t know why she was chosen to go first, but we all handled it as best as we could.

She was a perfectionist with Art. She could make a picture, and it was understood right away. Her husband had the same talent. He could make a painting like hers in minutes. She met her match, and he still lives on. I vision her well, and happy.

Your Face

Someone asked us kids did our face hurt. I looked at her stunned, but didn’t know what to say. Of course my face wasn’t hurting. I finally said , “No.”

She said, “Well it is sure killing me.”

I was suppose to laugh, and I might have. I thought, “This would be good to start saying to people at the church. Dad had a church, and we hadn’t been there long. Well, without telling Mom, I began my adventure. Soon people were coming to Dad, and Mom about what I said. I didn’t get spanked, but they had to clear this up. It was a joke, but some of the old women hated this question. I stirred them up.

Today is Thursday

Wow. This week is trying to finish. Today is Thursday, and tomorrow is another day. We will be having Sunday soon. I am glad that we have some days to rest. We didn’t go walking today. Ed is busy today, and so am I . I have typed several times, as if I am going to be gone tomorrow. The blog is growing and when I type, I let the words come. I like to leave enough to read. Smile.

Too, Much

Some times I talk way too, much. I don’t mean to, but I find that I can ramble on, and on about some subjects. Later I realize that I took too, long talking to the person, or writing an answer back.

I took a longer lunch today. I thought about what I said last, and I decided to erase what I wrote. Well, I came too late. I couldn’t find it. I never want to get to the place where what I say is repeating itself many times.

I write so my mind can think for awhile. I may mention the past, but only to show that I have healed, grown up, and stopped talking too, much. I write more, because I talk to my audience, and I want to leave something that makes sense. I apologize for any time I have droned on, and on while someone was in a, hurry to leave.

I do much thinking on my own. I have always been a thinker, instead of someone who talks much. When I have a chance, I write on and on. I can see now that this is just an excuse to say what I have been thinking for a long time.

Life is not boring. We choose when, how, and what we will do with our time. I have to clean off the piano today. Someone has left some clutter there. I will go straighten the piano. I may just play it for awhile.

Sunshine

I have always loved the sunshine. I didn’t mind walking in the rain, or playing in it until thunder warned us. We girls were outside many times in the rain, running, and dancing in the rain. Rain was just something to add to our playing. We loved a rainy day, because we would prance, and dance in the rain. It worked, and Mom would let us come in change our wet clothes, and sit for lunch.

We didn’t go back in the rain, because we changed to dry clothes before lunch. We returned to the yard, but we did other things in the afternoons. We played in the huge yard, or we had neighbors come and we would play games. We learned to play Kick Ball, and soft ball with the neighborhood kids. We all ran the bases, and team work was wonderful.

Sunshine isn’t only for sun bathing. We learned that we tanned when we played the games with our neighbors. Night time was for resting. We were tired enough to go to be early, and my folks were in bed early also. Early to rise came easier, because we had slept peacefully all night.

Sunshine is good for you. Rain is also good when you welcome it, like we did. The weather didn’t rule whether we were going to be happy. We learned to love all kinds of weather.

Find the Truth

Something was bothering me, and my parents took me to a psychologist to find out what was wrong with me. I wasn’t talking much, and I looked unhappy.

I felt like things were coming at me because I wasn’t talking, but my sisters were constantly talking, and most of what I was enduring was plain, old, criticism, and meanness. I was fed up with life this way, and I began to clean my own room, and get it organized for me. I began to think about doing something away from home, because home wasn’t happy.

What made home not happy? I had two, sisters who were not easy to work with. They were intelligent, and I felt I was the dummy.

I decided to make my room my castle, and so I began putting clothes in the washroom, because I had some dirty, clothes that were just there in the room, because I didn’t want to wash them myself. I didn’t have quite a load to wash.

I swept the room, and found where a, spider liked to live. I found a way to kill that spider. I remade the bed with new linen, and the time went by fast. Soon my room was ready for me to wash the windows. I did.

Mom noticed this change, and she said, “What is going on ?”

I told her I didn’t want to live in confusion, and that I was going to organize my room, so I could stand being in it longer. I had a long chair, and I loved this for sitting down to read. I let that chair stay, along with the bed, and dresser. Everything else was gone.

The room seemed bigger. It took awhile, but my room was wonderful. I sat down in the long chair, opened my Bible, and began to read. I felt like I had conquered something. I was in my teens. I maintained my room, and soon, I was gone in the summer. I would come back, and clean my room. I was gone to work with children in a, summer, program. I taught them about Christ.

What You Eat

It is so important what you eat. I learned this in Junior High. I had a friend who wouldn’t eat right. She stayed off most eggs, and she was thin, and her hair was not soft, shiny, and easy to work with. Her diet was keeping her bound, and her hair was especially not easy to manage. She let it go, and she looked like she had given up on life, in the 8th grade.

Well, we were all concerned. One day I began to talk with this person, and it wasn’t easy. She told me she had nothing wrong with her. She didn’t like to eat what we were eating. She didn’t have energy, and never had much. She was getting thinner, but she was going to go to her doctor. This kept us from taking her.

Well, I believe she overcame. Hair tells on you. If you aren’t eating right, hair does respond. The luster, and shine comes when you eat three, meals, and walk some but not so that you are so tired you fall asleep.

I believe what my dad said was true: “All things in moderation.”

Thursday

This is the day after Wednesday, and before Friday. Smile. I am up, and on the computer earlier than I thought I would be. We haven’t had breakfast, and Isaac will be going to take His car for service.

Ed puts butter in the iron skillet. It sizzles, and sputters some when it is hot. He lets it slowly melt. This gives time to make juice in the glasses, and get the toast ready to put in the toaster.

He pops the eggs, and they cook rather fast. Soon he is turning them over. They love the melted butter. Yes, this is a meal in itself that should be looked over, but we don’t have this kind of meal but once, a, day. Then we walk all day, and lay off the sweets.

Eggs furnish energy, and wit, because you need some common sense, and wit in life.

My doctor said last time, “Don’t stop whatever you are doing. You are healthy, and fine.”

I eat two, pieces of Ed’s apple daily. I also have one, prune. I take vitamins, and I serve up two at a time. The jar lasts about 3, months, down to the last two, vitamins. I get the chewy vitamins. I do believe they add energy.