Back to the Salt Mines

My reprieve is over. Emails are coming in about the Sabbath School lessons and I’m doing what I do badly—correcting and adding whatever has been left out. I guess I have no confidence in myself or my abilities but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. When a person gets over-confident and thinks he/she can do no wrong, that’s when it’s bound to hit the fan. I’m at the other end of the spectrum. I’m feeling my way through the maze of HTML.

Picture of METhis morning, I realized something. I totally and absolutely despise shooting myself. After I got everything ready, I had to chase Twinkle out of the bedroom so I could dread what was to come all alone. I picked my spot, swabbed it with the prep pad and poised the syringe. Taking a deep breath, I made several attempts at throwing the dart. The last one went part way in and I “bounced” it the rest of the way. Goosh injected, I pulled the needle out and dabbed at the tiny spot of either B12 or blood. There was so little, it was hard to tell. I was relieved it was over for another week.

DD called and we spent almost an hour and a quarter catching up. I just happened to think we didn’t talk about pottery at all. A lot of the conversation was about her job situation. There’s nothing concrete to report yet. While we were talking, it started raining and rained hard for some time. I haven’t gone out to see how much but it was a good soaking.

It was about 3 o’clock this afternoon before I put my aids on/in. They’ve been making my ears sore. The aud says they are exactly the same size as the previous ones. She thinks the stems are to blame. Following instructions, I changed them to the extras that were included in my little leather thingy. They weren’t any better. She told me to back them off some so I did, two turns. They’re better but I may have to have different stems. The others sat on my ears so comfortably I could forget they were there except for when they beeped for one reason or another. When I’ve had the next size stems, the ear “plugs” would work their way out. It would be nice if they made half sizes.

I actually got all the way through my 25 minutes of rebounding. Barney’s fifth anniversary had come up and they had to stretch him and fatten him up so he would meet the new requirements.

Checking my credit card account didn’t do me any good. It’s still in the red. I called and talked to a rep and was told when the transaction is reversed, it should show up as soon as a charge does. Until it’s back in the black, I’m in for the duration. It’s like I told DD. I have plenty of food so I really don’t have to go anywhere. The gas tank is almost to the fumes. I don’t dare venture forth without filling it.

I guess I can add published author to my resume now. The editor asked me to write a blog post (wonder how she thought I could do that, anyway?) for SSNET so I did just that several nights ago. I told her it was there but she didn’t “run across” it until today. She went ahead and published it. You can check it out here.

It would be so nice if cats wore their winter coats year ’round. I’m tired of cleaning up hairballs. I’ve tried giving Twinkle hairball remedies but they are harder to get down her than the B12 is. I used to feed her food in the summer that’s especially for hairball prevention but that’s out now. Oh, well.

As my dear departed sister would say, “There is much to be did” on the lessons so I guess I had better get to them.

4 Responses to Back to the Salt Mines

  1. Lila June 9, 2013 at 10:15 pm #

    So now you’re doing devotionals, too! I read it, and it’s good, but where are you going to find the time to do the things you want/need to do for yourself?

    • Tommie June 9, 2013 at 10:21 pm #

      Well, no. That isn’t a devotional. It’s a blog post in “Practical Living”. Our sister is wanting me to write for the women’s devotional a la the two of you. That intimidates me.

  2. Mary Jane June 10, 2013 at 11:42 am #

    Didn’t know I was departed! Sorry to hear it. Actually, it was one of my neighbors long ago who said, “There is so much to be did.” And there always is!

    • Tommie June 10, 2013 at 12:00 pm #

      The news of your death is greatly exaggerated? Guess our sister who used to live in the Great Northwest picked it up because she’d say it a lot.

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