Lately, I’ve really gotten into eating celery. I only buy organic because it’s one of the “dirty dozen” for pesticides otherwise. Where the nostalgia comes in is that when Twinkle was around, I had to share it. She loved celery! I didn’t give her a whole lot but as soon as she smelled it (and her sense of smell was very keen), she was in the kitchen in a flash and anxiously meowing for her part. I’d put a leaf or two down for her and she’d feast.
Now when I eat celery, I get it all to myself. Funny what brings on the bittersweet feelings.
Night before last, I checked my email before I went to bed. Big mistake. The editor had emailed, “** A Project for You **” Uh-oh. What now? She keeps giving me more and more to do. What the project boils down to is that she wants me to edit the style sheets to get rid of duplicate tags. Well, except for modifying a color here or there, I have pretty much stayed out of the area of style sheets.
By the time I went to bed, my head was in a whirl. My nerves were tight as rubber bands that had been stretched to their limits. Try as I might, I could NOT go to sleep. The last time I remember glancing at the clock was a little past 2:30. Once I did drift off, I dreamed about style sheets. Those were not enjoyable dreams.
When I got up yesterday morning, I felt like I’d been drug through a knothole. I stumbled through the day and was glad to get the animals fed so I could come home and collapse again.
Smuckers finally emailed an address to send the pictures I had yet to take. I took them, cropped the best ones and sent ’em on. I don’t know if I will hear anything else. Here are the front and back of the foreign object.
Or maybe it’s the back and front. I don’t know but, unless they want me to send them the actual Thing, I’ve done my part for Quality Assurance.
I’d planned to do so many things that didn’t get done but I was so tired when I went to bed, I had no trouble falling asleep.
There was no push to get up and get ready for church today. When I saw the bulletin, I knew I would be staying at home. The Sabbath School teacher is a wonderful person but I have a hard time understanding him even if we are talking face to face. Then the church service was a video that I would have to watch again when I got home if I went and saw it there.
This morning, I was checking out Facebook. One of my friends had posted a song and I got started looking things up on youtube. Guy Penrod is one of my favorites but I’d just heard him sing and didn’t really know the man behind the music. That’s when I found this:
It’s long but it’s really interesting. I learned so much about him that I didn’t know before.
When I posted that on Facebook, my academy roommate sent me the link for this:
In the meantime, I’d posted this with a note. “My mother told me my grandmother loved to listen to George Beverly Shea. (I don’t remember her because she died when I was 13 months old.) This song was recorded the year before he died.”
My roommate wasn’t aware that Kris Kristofferson had written (and sung) the one she sent me so she looked that one up. We had a good time swapping videos.
For my church service, I watched the video that everyone in the sanctuary was watching—and I got every word the first time.
I don’t usually nap but I did some today. I hope it wasn’t enough to keep me from sleeping tonight.
The sun would peep through every now and then but clouds have hung around most of the time. Tomorrow and Monday look like the wet stuff will be moving back in. Happy happy joy joy.
This afternoon, the funeral was held for Bud and June Runion. I’m sure there was a crowd there. This has hit so many so hard. I know it has to be part of a larger plan but it’s hard to see it from this angle. Someday…