Windows 11 is coming!
And I have no idea what to do about it.
I may have to get a new computer.
I may lose everything on this one--including my blog.
I just don't know what to do.
Bern has asked some folks and gotten some ideas.
None of which I comprehend.
I just feel like I'm looking over a cliff....
Help!!!
I went to my personal doctor for a check-up today. Then I went to Marshall's for the fruit and nut stuff I love to put in yougart.
An hour or so later, I was going to go upstairs but noticed my wallet wasn't where I always leave it.
I looked around and checked the sports coat I'd worn and went out to my car to see if it was there.
It wasn't!
I began to lose my mind. All the things I'd need to do....
*cancel credit cards
*new driver's licence
*new library card
*new united health care and medicare cards
*the hundred or so dollars in my wallet would be gone
I was about to tell Bern and go back to Marshall's to see if someone turned it in.
But I checked my sports coat again and there it was--in the left hand inner pocket.
I always put it in the right hand pocket.
I'm an idiot...but a relieved one!
Well, not that great....
I stopped taking iron a few days ago and my poop is brown instead of black.
I did go to the heart doctor today and all seems to be well.
I was in the room but it was Bern who talked to her.
I realized again (as if i didn't already know!) that I couldn't have gone through the last 3 or 4 months without Bern.
She knows much more about my medications than I do. She puts them out for me every day.
And she is much more astute about my habits than I am--though they are my habits.
I thank God profoundly every day for Bern and all she does for me.
If not for her, I'd probably be in a rest home for old, sick folks.
Thank you, my love and my life....
My sermon started with the post about my father and turkey.
Then I told the story--again in Waitville--about finding my name on two gravestones in the Baptist Cemetary and realizing I was named after my great-grandfather and great-great-grandfather. Which I said was good since my father was Virgil and his father was Filbert.
Then I talked about the gospel when Jesus is criticized by the Pharisees for talking with sinners.
He tells the parable about losing one sheep or one coin and how we would leave the others to find the lost one.
Just like Jesus says, we must seek the lost until found.
I mean not just those who are in need, but our own lost feelings, and lost friends and lost beliefs.
We must seek the lost until found....
My father grew up on a turkey farm.
It was not until he was in his 20's, living in a boarding house, working in the coal mines that he tasted turkey.
He told the woman who ran the boarding house that it was the 'best chicken' he'd ever eaten.
She had to take him into the kitchen and show him the turkey carcass before he believed her.
He'd been told, growing up, that only 'city folks' liked turkey.
You don't eat the cash crop when you live on a farm....
I wasn't aware of Charlie Kirk being alive before today--the day he was killed by a sniper.
I don't think I would have agreed with anything he proposed. I'm as left-wing as he was right-wing.
But THERE IS NO ROOM FOR THIS in our democracy!
No one should die in our country from a gun shot.
NO ONE!
We should all look in the mirror and realize Charlie Kirk was 'just like us'--a human being with opinions and ideas and ways of seeing things.
Someone 'just like us' was killed by a sniper.
There is no room for this in our democracy.
Guns are a real problem.
Dying from a gun shot is an even greater problem.
There is no room for such things in our country.
It must be stopped.
