I drove to Dallas yesterday to get Kip who was in the hospital overnight following his back surgery, which by the way went very well. He’ll need time to heal the wounds and some physical therapy, but the surgery which included the repair of a herniated disc, should take care of the extreme pain he was experiencing.

My first concern was driving him home. When I was leaving his room Monday evening, he said, “DON’T WRECK MY JEEP!” He drives a Jeep Cherokee and he wants it to stay in one piece. The crew at the nurse’s station heard him and burst out laughing.

Seriously, I was so afraid to drive him home, the thought went through my mind that if he knew how afraid I was to drive in the Dallas traffic, he wouldn’t ride with me. I was afraid to ride with me. But I did it, we made it, and he didn’t even complain. Of course he was feeling no pain, if you know what I mean.

So, we are now on day 3 and everything is going fine. The first day everything was please and thank you, of course I don’t mind, and do you need anything else? The first day was, I’m so sorry you have to do all of this. You are having to work so hard, and don’t be silly, you don’t have to thank me. I’m happy to be your Florence Nightingale.

Today things were still good. Never once did I say, What do you want now? It only irritated me a little when it rained all morning and the dogs couldn’t spend time outside. They can’t play with Kip which confuses them and it makes it difficult. I took each of them on a long walk and it helped me to get outside. I fixed a pork loin roast with all of the trimmings for dinner and helped him to the bathroom seventeen times, but who is counting. I was cleaning the kitchen, feeding the dogs and cleaning Nellie’s feet when he asked If I would mind looking at the rain gauge to see how much rain we got, could I get him an ice cream cup, and he would need help to the bathroom before the ice cream? In times like this I realize how much he does for us.

If dogs could cry? Ours would be weeping.

I have to remind myself that he was a wonderful Frank Nightingale when I had my surgeries and boy oh boy did I require patience. I know I did.

Here are some pics of my nice peaceful walk…

I’m not going to talk about my huge surprise until my brother, Billy gets back from his fishing trip next week, and after my colonoscopy on Monday, and after the two tea parties I have planned in the cottage. On top of that, this involves another person, and we have to coordinated the big announcement. I would say we’re looking at 3 to 4 weeks.

That doesn’t stop me from having some fun with it, though. I have prepared a short video for you. I’m trying out some new software. I’m trying to find some cool software that my feeble mind can get wrapped around. I’ve tried about 75 so far and nothing is MG user friendly. I would love suggestions from any of you out there…

This is kind of fun….hope you enjoy it!.

https://videopress.com/v/AXe3vRFU?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true

There was once a beautiful smile on my little boy’s face.

A forlorn expression has taken it’s place.

His daddy had to part with us. Or should I say we with him.

He feared our country would be destroyed on an evil man’s whim.

What began as a worry turned to fear and then disbelief.

Peace of mind was taken from us by a murderous thief.

Forever has changed

There is no looking back. There is nothing there to see.

The good life we had was in a place we’re forced to flee.

Before today, there had never been anything that could compare

to this gut-wrenching vision of despair.

Forever has changed

You might think you can feel our pain, but you can not. You might feel it for a moment, but then your mind goes to a less menacing thought.

I understand. We were the same way, once. We didn’t stand in line for a loaf of bread as we listened for bombs overhead.

We left Johnny’s new puppy. He couldn’t go on the train. It was heartbreaking to watch the violent tears that came.

Forever has changed

“Here it comes, Johnny. The whistle is so loud. We must hurry and get on the train. There will be a large crowd.”

“Where are we going, Momma?”

Where indeed.

How do you tell a little boy you don’t know where he will sleep or who will provide the things he’ll need?

Can we take solice in the knowledge that the world is not controlled by evil? That good men can take things from the hands of the devil?

They argue. Is it a big war or a small war? What is it all for? Our future has changed, but our faith will last forever.

Those still living will fight for our freedom. Will we give up?

Never!

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Pray for our families and the little boys and girls who have lost their lives.

It only takes a few good men to stand by and do nothing for evil to win.

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!

Plans for the surprise announcement that will knock your socks off are coming right along!

Is seventy too old for me to reinvent myself?

I must pay out of pocket. I don’t have any wealth.

I want a new hairstyle. I think I like this one.

With scissors and some bleach I’m sure it can be done.

I’ll need a different outfit. That one isn’t me.

I think I’ll take a break and check out Cyndie Spivey

Today’s music…he’s not Jesus, of course, but he is certainly an inspiration to all who have been witnessing his steadfast bravery and leadership. A great example of someone who has reinvented himself.

I have a big announcement coming soon, so be sure and catch all the blog posts.

…and as an aside. RHYMES FOR ALL TIMES IS NOW AVAILABLE (ebook) ON AMAZON. GET THIS ONE.

A little story about a snowstorm in the late 1800’s…

Have a great Monday…

I asked you why because I didn’t know how far I would have to go. What would it take? What would you need from me? Would I discover what you see in me.

I tried so hard to believe in you. I really thought I wanted to, but what I needed was honesty. Not from you… but from me.

I couldn’t face my biggest fears. I couldn’t see myself through all the tears. I couldn’t tell you secrets I was keeping. Did they hold the answers I was seeking?

I decided it was time to leave. There is no hope if you can’t believe. The trust I never had might never come. This sad moment made my heart feel numb.

It was then it all came flooding in. I had to tell you. Where would I begin? I know I still have so much to face, but I’ll be fine if I accept your grace.

Now, I can feel you in my soul and heart. I know you’ve been there from the very start. You waited patiently for me to know. There is no better place to go.

I promise I will come to you. Where you take me, I will follow. You fill the space meant for only you that once was hollow.

Help me help others to come to believe, and I promise to you I’ll always cleeve. I asked you why because I didn’t know how much farther I would have to go.

What would it take? What would you need from me? Would I discover what you see in me? I tried so hard to believe in you. I really thought I wanted to,

But what I needed was honesty. Not from you… but from me.