The weekend seemed so long.  I number my days by Sunday to Sunday...Church and Bible study.  When you have a three day holiday weekend and you live alone, it seems to stretch.  But...and this is a big but...I have felt better for the entire week.  I had looked up every time the word “heal” was used by Jesus and just asked God to feel better myself. 

Craig grilled steaks.  Baked potatoes and green beans.  And strawberry shortcake.  And of course when Becky does that, she always whips real cream.  I can eat that with a spoon.

Jeanette and I are going to start coloring our Bibles again.  We had done the word “faith” in purple.  The word “kingdom” in golden yellow and started on other words and somehow got stopped.  But on Monday mornings from now on we are going to do that again.  Our next word will be “mercy.”  I am looking forward to that.

Does anyone wear galoshes anymore?  When I was growing up, every kid in school had to have a pair.  Where did they go?  I haven’t seen any in years.

We had pencils with erasers, and Big Red notebooks.  Where did they go?  I had stationary to write thank you notes to people.  Heaven help me if I didn’t write a personal thank you note when I got a gift.  

Remember the ink well on your desk at school--and the guy who sat behind you dipping your hair in his ink well?  I bet most people don’t even know what an ink pen with an interchangeable end where you could insert a new tip.

Our desks were bolted to the floor.  The top of the desk lifted up so you could put your books and supplies inside.  My friend Carolyn and I talk about the things most people have forgotten or never knew.  We have a lot of useless junk rattling around in our heads.  With new stuff coming along every day.  It gives you a headache.

I think I am just going to accept the fact that I’m not going to blog every day.  I forget.  Stay with me.  I’m trying to do better but it isn’t working.  I used to have a pattern, but since I’ve been so sick the last three months, my pattern has gone splat. 

I’ve been watching a lot of TV.  I don’t recommend it.  Everyone is arguing and nobody likes conversation.  They just emote.

I got my Reader’s Digest Saturday.  It is half as thick as it used to be, and I don’t get most of the jokes!  Which says that I am over the hill.  I just don’t know which hill I went over.

Carolyn buys RD for me, and I get Time for her.  I just cancelled the Time, and got The Saturday Evening Post for both of us.  It isn’t much better.  Maybe I actually am over the hill?

Friday.  I usually wake up around 5:00-6:00.  Get dressed, take a handful of pills with a cracker or pudding and then....I walk around the block.  I’ve only missed twice when it was raining.

It’s  a good time to talk to God.

Then I get cuddled up in my recliner and do nothing for an hour or two.  I’ve been re-reading “The Saving life of Christ,” by Ian Thomas.  I first read it in 1965--it changed my life.  I was already serving Christ.  I was “Baptist Housebroken” and kept all the rules.  But I was doing things for Christ that He was waiting to do through me.  It’s an exhausting way to do Christianity.

The deal is, “Christ in you, the hope of glory.”  I was pulling myself up by my salvation bootstraps all of the time.  I was a rule keeper.  Saved, but exhausted.  “Come unto me and I will give you rest,”  works better than  “OH! Let me.  I’ll do that for you.”  Say that often enough and you will soon be worn out.

 Well, obviously I am not going to blog every day even with the best intentions.  I forget.  My “forgetter” is operating on high.  My brother ordered a new round of medications for me to start taking and along with the zillion pills I am already on, It has become a full time job keeping up with all of them.  I had been scooping up a handful and just choking them down and forgetting to eat something with it.

So...I am now taking two at a time with a cracker, or something to eat--and it is driving me nuts.  But thank God, my gut isn’t being torn up.  You would think that someone with a pre-med degree would have realized that taking pills on an empty stomach was stupid, but I was doing it and wondering why my stomach was so upset all the time.  Three days now (of paying attention to what I am doing) has paid off, I’m better!!  Duh.

But it has affected everything else I have to do--like blog.  Because I’m always thinking about the next round of meds.  But...by next week, I should be off of some of them.  Hallelujah!  I’ll try to do better.

Remember porches?  That was pre-TV.  People sat on the porch after supper (supper, not dinner) and those who were out walking would stop and chat for awhile.  The weather, what happened “down-town” that day.  What they were planning on for tomorrow.

There were swings hanging on chains from the ceiling.  And they swayed back and forth in a slow easy rhythm.  Life was slow.  Nobody was racing to get anywhere.  There weren’t very many places to go.  And if you did go somewhere, you filled the car up with people because even tho gas was cheap, you needed everyone to chip in.  

My dad had five other guys he commuted to work with.  One of them didn’t have a car so he paid.

When did things get so hectic?  What did we gain?  We spent the money on things inside our houses that are pretty but nobody sees.  We need to get back to the porch.

Friday.  It seems to come around really fast.  When you are no longer working outside your home, there don’t seem to be any way to figure out what day it is.  I usually get lost around Wednesday.

But I get my hair done on Friday, so I set my alarm to remember...or I would miss it.

Ann and I went to eat catfish yesterday.  It was disappointing.  People in this part of the state don’t know about croppie.  Or do you spell that croppy?  Northeast Oklahoma is the capital of the world for that.

We will try another place downtown next time.  Or we will have to drive to Pryor to get decent fish.