It’s the weekend! Garfield captures my thoughts this morning. Time to relax, drink lots of coffee, have a hearty belly laugh or two and take delight in all of God’s goodness towards those of us who believe. He blesses and cares for us all.
Thank you for all the happy birthday wishes. 🎂 ❤ It was wonderful. The only thing that would add icing on the cake, so to speak, would be for it to rain. ☔
Enjoy! Have a lovely weekend folks and catch ya on the flip flop next week.
Hello Gentle Readers! I wanted to share why I have been silent of late in our virtual world. I’m having difficulties with my Google account, well “accounts”, it seems. I can’t leave comments on most blogs, including Blogger, anymore. Apparently, I have two accounts (didn’t realize that) but since I have about a gazillion e-mail addresses, I don’t remember which one I used where. I’m so meticulous at making notes but apparently this one escaped me. My bad. 😅 Part of my difficulty is I “lost” my Genealogy Red Bird Acres & Irisheyes webpages when Verizon bought up the Yahoo! pages that was hosting the site. First, I was locked out. Then I let myself get ticked off dealing with “Jason” (yeah, right) in India. Thus, I canceled ’em. BUT, I had e-mail addresses from there too and they no longer work. 😮💨 Anyway, back to Google, one can not merge accounts with them at this time, so, like a 4-wheel drive truck drove too deep into the swamp, I’m really and truly stuck up to the axel far from help. 😛 I’ve tried all kinds of virtual gymnastics. Thus far, nothing has changed the predicament. One has to laugh, though, ’cause just when one thinks one is totally conversant in a subject 💥boom💥 along comes a difficulty in that subject and I’m stuck in the mud. For now I give up. So, that’s why I haven’t left comments anywhere. I don’t know where or what to do from here. 🥵 Aw, yes, the troubles of modern life. 😆😆 But please, know that I am reading all your blogs. And I do pray for you all. 🙏🏻 So, it’s:
Google – 1 Sparky – 😕
I don’t think that score will change anytime soon. 💣 And, I am reminded that …
And, just an FYI, there is a 24 hour tummy bug makin’ the rounds. It’s nasty! 💫🤢 I’ve been stricken with it this week, no big drama, but it’s left me feeling weak, sore and out of sorts. Somehow I’ve managed to soldier through yesterday to insure that Steve’s birthday was a happy one. I was totally sick on the way home and he not only nursed me the entire hour home but drove too. I don’t know how he did it but he did it with style, grace, love, good humour and his usual panache. ❤ He’s such a special guy and I feel super blessed. ❤
Thank you for stopping by. If anyone has any difficulties leaving a comment on my blog, please let me know. My e-mail address is on the Contact page. I hope I’m the only one with this problem and it just kinda fixes itself.
My elbow is better which means I couldn’t sit still yesterday.
I found the above pretty mint colored containers at the local Dollar General. Elbow in fine working order, I decided to tackle the problem of my poor overly cluttered office closet. Through the years I have simply thrown items in there with full intent of “one day making it nice”. It’s embarrassing how bad I had let the situation become. Stuff was all over the floor in various unmatched “containers” (i.e. loose bags). I’ll bet I had 20 years of junk thrown in there. It consisted of, but not limited to, power cords, electrical plugs, telephone equipment, old cell phones, projects, yarn, needles, cloth scraps, paints, brushes … well, you get the general idea. It was a mess for which I am dutifully ashamed. 😅 I grumbled and fussed and pulled everything out which piqued Steve’s interest. Sweet man that he is he volunteered to wade through the old cords and such because he knew what most of them where. I kept these items thinking, “Well, I might need it some day!” Like, I’d been through the Great Depression or something. But of course that day never arrives. While Steve was busy with the cords, I sorted the paint, brushes, cloth and so forth. Bag And Tag I call it, like deer hunting. Now that they’re all sorted, some will be properly recycled or used by someone who will use them. Some are burned in the trash debris out back. Some that are beyond help and or won’t burn go in the trash. The remainder are kept, thus the pretty boxes.
I’m so proud of myself. 😉
Alas, because I was distracted and I dragged that sweet man into the impromptu organizational frenzy, the Master Bedroom redo is still on “hold”. Sorry. He does have all the wood cut out. Steve said all he needs to do is put it together then stain it. Then it will be ready to be installed. It supposed to rain and become bitter cold this weekend. Maybe we’ll get to it by then if I don’t injure something else or get distracted again … 😁 giggle
We rode to Church last Sunday. The weather has been very pleasant as our area eases into Autumn. The final waves of heat seem to have left for the season. The Fall wildflowers are beginning to bloom. It’s excellent riding temperatures. It felt good again to smell the crisp air, feel the exhilaration of flying on the ground and to hear all the sounds of life.
Returning home, as I approached our country road, I shifted down, made the sharp turn and eased from pavement to dirt in one swift turn. Maneuver successfully completed, I applied the throttle to accelerate. Nothing happened. Showered down on it again. Still nothing! It made lots of lovely reving noises but the bike stopped moving. Finally, I glanced down at the gauges and realized I had inadvertently slipped into neutral! My blush’s! 😂 No big deal, of course, that happens to almost all riders, but the remainder of the short journey home it set me to thinking. 😍 Lately I have let my spiritual life slip into neutral when I should be trusting the Lord more and kept moving forward in faith. Just as my ability and my bike can handle the roughest of terrain if I only trust it, so can the Word of God carry me through these scary patches if I’d only cast my cares on Him. ✝️