As I lurk about the site I note that most bloggers do not attempt to write the great American novelle or even an entry into the contest for the most perfectly written piece.  So why, I wonder, can't I just write a line or two?    There must be a genetic flaw; it can't be my fault. 

If I wrote about going to the Nursing Home this week, would I mention that I barely paid attention?  That the twenty people in the room did not touch my cold heart?  That when I lead the singing I was not leading anyone?  A few were listening but no one joined in.  After the third solo hymn I just sang whatever.  Eight were not awake.  Five left.  Three came back and waited to hobble outside to smoke.  Four stared into space, unaware or uninterested in the service.  One talked to an unseen audiance the entire hour.  Two listened and responded.  I counted.

I had left my bible in the car and could not even read that.  Pastor was wondering all over the place but then I realized he was speaking directly to the two men who were listening.  He told them about a cousin by marriage that has stage 4 cancer, that he and his wife would be going to Hawaiia in June ... he did refer to some bibical passages off and on.  I looked at the clock.   Often.  The sixty minutes we were alloted was three hours long.  I sighed. ~~  ~~  ~~  and I thought about having to go to Atlanta.

Yes, Atlanta.  One of the cities designated as a possible sometime coming nuclear bomb target.  And home of WSB-TV.   The LTH [long time husband] is in the thros of another weeks vacation.  The last vacation was spent running up Dr. bills.  This time we plan to visit Lowes.  Financially they will be about equal.  LT is going to build bookcases on either side of the fireplace.

Have I ever mentioned that he is farsighted?  He can't measure worth flip.  Over and over and each time a different number.  And the cutting and recutting.  So far he has sawed the shelves twice - one more time to go.  The Lord and I have been quite close the past two days.    I quake at the sound of that power saw.  I pray the LT will not sacrafice any digits.  I pray that he will get the cut right this time.  If he cuts too much we are out of luck.  We bought all of that particular lumber they had.  And the money in the bank is making clinkling noises.   I pray he will not go to the grocery store one more time.  He keeps complaining there is no food in the house...

Well, duh.  He keeps eating. 

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Posted by freetobe

Your LT sounds like a family member of mine. His view must be 'measure once, cut twice'.... My hubby on the other hand, measures twice, makes notes everywhere on all the exposed surfaces, scraps of paper, back of his hand, tails of t-shirts....

Good luck in the remodel,

Letetia

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Posted by Janne

Wishing you a very happy Easter!

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