Food

I'm really getting sold on this. Not that I'm lazy, but becoming so. Each day, Monday through Friday, the door bell rings and there stand a nice old man ,delivering meals on wheel. I'm sure some are as old as what we are. The first day I was not impressed. We had a hamburger , and by time I got back from Rehab. the warm bun was soggy and I had lost my appetite. Since then, I have learned a lot. If food is on a bun, remove it-dry out the bun and warm it up when ready to serve it. Also, turn the mini oven on to 150o-put the meals in and they stay nice until dinner.

We have been having good meals- Today we had garlic chicken, herb potatoes-carrots-fruit salad- and milk. Tomorrow we have baked fish- french fries-coleslaw-pudding and milk. Monday we had potato casserole-green beans-beets-applesauce- and milk. Tuesday was roast beef with mushroom gravy- Mashed potatoes-peas and onions-jello -and milk. Wednesday they served ham and cheese casserole-green beans-lettuce salad-bread pudding- and milk. So you see--It really is good, and more than enough.

On top of that, Vicky , who comes each time I go to Rehab. does all my work. Tomorrow she will mop the kitchen and bath . Wednesday she vacuumed and dusted. Monday she sweep ed the garage, emptied the waste baskets and does what ever she sees to do. Do I like it? Of course, but my strength is slow coming back, although I feel good. Sorry to say, I am not showing much signs of improvement at Rehab. Nothing has been increased, some has been decreased. My pulse goes too high and so I have to slow up and wait for it to go down before I can go on. So I will continue to plug away. So what am I complaining about. The Tampa Bays lost last night, but will win tonight I am sure.

Just another Day

Don't laugh! This is actual. We are two of the most uninteresting people on this planet.

Have I made it known yet that I hate rehab. with a purple passion? I now have 7 sessions back of me and have not changed my mind yet. If it wasn't for the 3 wonderful nurses. Cindy-Rocky and Ann I swear I'd quit. Got a good report from Dr. Inlow though, and all seems well.

Went to Bella Vista, Sat. with our friend Francis. Stopped and got mulch from Dave at the Bentonville waste treatment plant. That is the best stuff. Then drove on to BV and stopped at Elaine. She was having a garage sell. I showed interest in 6 steak knives, and she gave them to me. Showed Francis where we used to live and drove back to the Village Inn. Guess what? We each had a whole piece of their very delcious Carmel, pecan pie. Sinful, filling but ah so gooooooooood. She plans to take us out to a BBq place in Bentonville next week. Presd. Bush ate there while in Bentonville this spring.

Keep busy watching the baseball play off's. So far , so good, cuz I haven't picked who is going to play in the series yet. I really want the Tampa Bay Rays and the Los Angles Dodgers. Want to see more of Manny Ramirez's play.

Things that go bump in the night

I know Halloween is drawing nigh but I hate to be awaken at 10:30 at night from a musical sound of 4 notes going down -dah-dah-dah-dah every two minutes. Yah, that's what happen to me last night. In the corner of our bedroom, came a sound that scared the crap out of me. Every 2 minutes on the dot, it would sound off again. I checked the fire alarm-doorbell-alarm clock -TV-and finally figured out it was coming from the new contraption they installed last Tues. Ken Williams came an installed a HOTLINE for us. This should enable dad to call for help in case I am incapacitated.

I unplugged it, but it kept on going, for it has a back up battery in it that runs for 24 hours. Then I tried to cover it with a blanket, but touched something wrong and a lady replied, "Thank You". I finally crawled back in bed, knowing I would not sleep another wink that night. I lay on my "getting deaf ear" and covered the other one with another blanket. That helped immensely, but I could still faintly hear that agggggravating sound (every 2 minutes).

It is now 12:30 and my patience is just about worn out. Finally at 12:43 the sound turned to a nice little ditty and all was peace and quite. Called the hotline this morning. They had never heard of that before, but told me to call in and reset it, and if it ever happened again, Ken would have to come out and replace the unit. Happy Scary Halloween.

Fall and Home

It is now officially fall and the trees are starting to show signs of it. Won't be long and we can go for a ride in the country and around town. Found some poems I'd like to share.

"Indian Summer"
by Luella Carr

Now is the perfect time of year, Loveliest to behold, When birches wear heart-shaped bangles of purest minted gold; When poplars are laden with dollars, more than I ever could spend.

And the slow -moving river before me that creeps around the bend, Is covered with coins of gold and silver that glitter before my eyes, afloat on the rippling water and of every imaginable size.

The mountain ash wear copper, bronze are the leaves of the oak. Around me the magic of color as if the whole world spoke. Saying, "Take of my beauty, Cheriish it, keep it until the dull days of winter are over, and gone is winter's chill."

I also read this poem and after last week I realize how comforting to have a happy, God filled , loving HOME.

"HOME"
by Esther Randall

No other place on earth can be so filled with heart's fidelitiy, and warmed with good and fine desire as HOME, when lit with true heart's fire.

No other place can be so dear, so full of charm, delight and cheer, as HOME, when those within it strive to keep it nourished and alive.

No other place was ever found more free and yet securely bound than HOME, whose members all unite in love for harmony and right.

No other place as good to start right growing of the mind and heart; No other place like HOME, to blesss HIS name and show deep thankfulness.

Thanks for another day.

Wednesday Pick Up

Wednesday is garbage pick up at our home in Rogers. We have the neatest pick up. The city has given each of us a very tough container to set out by the curb by 7 o'clock. Well today is the day. A large truck comes along, pushes a button inside the cab and arms come out , grabs the container , lifts it high in the air, and tips it out into the truck. The driver never gets out, even if there is a boo-boo. Today was the day. Some how he drug our neighbors container along side his truck, for about 10 feet, gouging the lawn as he went, but he never got out. Must have been an inexperienced driver, but he got the job done and the container is none the worse for wear.

Ahead of the Season

It may be only August 16- but the weather is definitely fall. We have been able to sleep with windows open now, for the past week ,or so, and the air condition seldom runs. That should save on the electric bill, although I can not complain about our July bill. It was only $14.49, and we had only used 22 kilowatts. Now that could not be true. I didn't go right our and spend the savings though. I called Carroll Electric and they came out and reread the meter. It had been read wrong and the bill was $88.40 instead. That still was good compared to the year before. We really have had a good summer with only about 2 week with temperature in the 90's and never 100 so far.

Anyway --the reason I know it is fall-- the katydid's are singing. They are the neatest things to listen to at night. I just could not sleep last night until at least 1:30, but I did have something very delightful to sooth my busy mind. Do you know, I solved just about all the world problems but not any of my own. I really should quit worrying. Worry is like a rocking chair--it never gets you any place.

They are the problem

I've never been much of a writer-but I enjoy reading and quoting from those who do know how to write.

After reading this article I thought--yes that's exactly the way I am -- and I must do something about immediately.

" Researchers from Virginia Tech University, along with police administrators, recently determined that distracted drivers put others in more danger than aggressive drivers. ( I new that all the time.) Drivers who eat, discipline children in the backseat, or talk on the phone are the most hazardous.

When residents in Mi. were asked about the bad habits of drivers that made the highways unsafe, most felt that OTHERS caused more problems than they themselves. ( You tell um) One woman said that she talked on her cell phone a little bit---but at least she didn't dial the phone numbers while on the road. (Dah!) Then she said--OTHERS aren't following the rules of the road------THEY put us all at risk.

It's our nature to point a finger at OTHERS. We avoid looking at our own behavior instead of attacking our wrong behavior. We measure ourselves by ourselves. When we don't look at our own actions--BUT-- instead compare ourselves with others, we often come out looking good.
It's not the approval of ourselves that counts, but the Lord's commendations, instead.

The faults I see in others's lives are often true of me. So help me, Lord, to recognize my own hypocrisy. If I must compare myself with someone, compare it with Christ.

I just got back from the bank on New Hope Road. Really--I was surprised how many times in those few blocks, I could see a motorist doing the wrong thing-- while-- I was right( in my eyes).
THEY ARE THE PROBLEM.