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some posts are a little late... some never make it but...
The LongTimeHusband has been having some serious health issues and we were facing the very real possibility of hospitalization. Now LT is a strong believer in the healing power of Almighty God. You are not going to talk him out of it - no way. He’s been in the valley of the shadow more than once. He knows what he knows. So Sunday morning the men of our body gathered around him to petition Father for physical intervention and there was a definite turn around. He had been coughing up blood clots -- lots. But from that point on those symptoms began a steady descent. And this past Lord’s day there were no signs of blood at all; even though he continues to cough hard occasionally. Though it was somewhat delayed, on Friday evening we went to Olive Garden to commemorate our 41st wedding anniversary. The evening was soft and balmy; making me grateful that we had not married in July because Georgia in July has air similar to liquid ! With a wait of fifteen minutes we joined several others out on the portico. We settled on comfy hardwood benches and prepared to people-watch. A gentleman across the area greeted my husband [loudly] with words of "Howyadoin" and "somedazerbetternothers" After a couple of minutes of such he said, "You look familiar..." "I was thinking the same about you" LT responded. They eyed each other for several intent seconds. "Did you use to wear a rattlesnake hat?" LT asked. Well, didn’t that have the immediate attention of the other patrons milling about! ...I’m thinking this has to be a joke... "That’s right!" the friendly feller beams, rising from his seat. I’m startled to see LT stride towards him with outstretched hand. They meet in the middle and do the manly pump. "I think we have a mutual friend,,," my husband told him. A quizzical look turned to recognition, "Blue!" sez he. "Sonny!" sez LT. So they began to discus the who’s and where’s and when’s and the surrounding cloud of witnesses drift back into waiting mode. Hours later our summons erupts and the two men part. We go in to our feast. "A rattlesnake hat?" [note: after 41 years you don’t need complete sentences or paragraphs] "Yes." He says with great enthusiasm, "It was a Stetson with a rattlesnake wrapped around the headband and it’s head was raised up like it was going to strike." And to think, a lot of people say men have no fashion sense... I say that... |
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