My yard, and my neighbors
yard is piled high with leaves from the pecan tree today. They are
mixed with snow, and it will be some time before they can be cleaned
up. They are too wet for the wind to blow them away. What a mess we
have to put up with for awhile. Just one of the things I don't like
about winter. However, winter is not here yet. It is still fall. I
still have a few flowers blooming. They look cold, but still haven't
lost all their beauty. This is the last part of November, and we have
had two or three hard freezes. One week from today we will have our
last Thanksgiving dinner. It will make four for me, and three for
Chuck. I don't remember whenever I've eaten so much turkey and
dressing, and pumpkin pie. And to think Christmas is just around the
corner. What a blessed people we are. I still would like to hug our
forefathers neck for bringing us over to this country we call
America. May we all keep fighting to keep it America the great, and
do it with full pride and joy.
I have just been home from
work for a little while, and I have several things to do here before
I can relax and watch television. Sometimes my days are not long
enough, but truly they are longer than my strength. I just can't
accomplish near as much as I used to. I am learning slowly how to
live with less perfect house cleaning, and using my desk, and dresser
for laying my cloths instead of hanging everything back in the
closet. Sometimes they need to go to the hamper instead of the
closet. I decide on that later. I can get it in high gear if I know
someone is coming to see me. I have no trouble getting ready to go
out, and leaving things undone at home. I save my energy for fun
while I'm out.
I don't know if this has
anything to do with old age or not, but anymore I just wait to hear
some good, exciting news. I know when I was younger nothing was
exciting because I was too busy keeping up with my many jobs. Now I
have much more time since I cannot work beyond my weary, tired bones
pain. They demand lots of rest. But I feel pleased with more time to
relax, and think, instead to act. I hate living alone, but it is nice
being my own boss. It is now just Jesus, and me, and I feel free to
just be me. I get lots of hugs from men who know how to treat a woman
with respect. Yesterday when I was leaving the Center a lady handed
me my coat from off the rack. When I started to put it on a gentleman
took it from me and proceeded to put it on me. I then gave him a big
hug. He said to me, “ do you want to take it off and let me put it
on again?” He got another big hug without having to put it on me
again. Isn't God so good?
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
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