Put Down That Rock

Last Sunday my friend Michelle who is also my pastor’s  wife spoke along with her husband at a Women’s/Men’s Day program at the church they grew up in. My husband and I attended the service and  I could have sworn that she wrote her words just for me.

She told the story of God asking a woman to take three rocks to the top of a hill. Of course she agreed and went on her way. Along the way she meets a friend and tells them where she is going. The friend  asks her to take a big stone up the hill for her. To make a long story short by the time she gets three-quarters of the way up the hill she has filled her cart with everybody’s rocks and can’t go any further. She begins to cry and God comes to see what is wrong. He asks her what is in the cart and she explains what happened. He goes over to the cart and dumps it out leaving the three rocks he gave her to begin with. She is relieved and goes on up the hill with her rocks. Michelle closed by saying ladies stop picking up everybody’s stuff, just worry about your own.

So this week I’ve said to myself are those my rocks or do they belong to somebody else? Concentrate on your own stuff it’s enough!

Watch Out For The Slippery Slope

Sometimes you have climbed the sliding board and are on your way down before you realize it. Today I started out in a good mood and with a series of events including the news that my car needs about $1,200.00 of work and before you knew it I was sliding down to funk land. So okay some days are better than others but getting into a funk rarely helps. It’s a holiday weekend. No work until Tuesday, food in the fridge, gas in the tank and relative good health for us all. I’m gonna shake it off and find the thankful spirit that I know I have. Anybody care to join me?

Happy Holiday!

Mother’s Day Hype

My Mom who is 96 say that all the commercialization in regards to days like Mother’s Day is a real joke. She also says that you should treat your mother nicely everyday. Two good points I think. We didn’t do anything special today. My husband and I went to church and gave my Mom a card. I got a call from my  Son and Daughter-In-Law and my niece as well as messages from many friends. That’s the important thing. Not the candy or flowers or fancy dinner. Don’t feel that you didn’t do enough if you couldn’t get all the stuff. Thanks Mom or I love you Mom is worth a lot more.

Happy Mother’s Day or as I call it Sunday!

If You Want Something Done, Do It Yourself

Well it took me a lifetime to figure that out. My Mom lives her life thinking that people are obligated to do what she wants. I have lived mine hoping that people will do what I want. We both get the same results because people are going to do what they want generally and  not what someone else wants. So finally I get it. If  I need something done, I need to figure out a way to do it. If I can’t do it, I need to pay to get it done or barter the service. If along the way someone volunteers to do it, I’m ahead. This is not lowering my expectations of others, rather I see it as raising the bar for me. It will make me work out solutions rather than hope that someone will do it for me. You’d be surprised what you can accomplish if you put a heavy dose of brain cells to it!

My Mouth Wrote Another Check the Rest of Me Can

I was worried that I would be unemployed this summer and then I got a call asking  me to teach three summer school classes. Not bad seven weeks and done. I said yes to all three. Two are in the day and the last class is 7:40 PM. Did I mention that I have to teach four days a week? What the heck was I thinking. My regular routine is shot to heck. I’m not sleepy at night but can’t get up in time to work out. Can’t make any of my Zumba classes. Lots of work. This is week two and I am already dragging. Really happy for the pay but I will be earning every penny

Signs of Summer The First Watermelon

I realize that the rest of the world doesn’t celebrate this auspicious occasion but it brought tears to my eyes. I took a chance and bought a melon at the store next to my Weight Watchers meeting. Paid $8.00 for it but guess what, it is so sweet. I can’t tell you the delight I felt. Hopefully this a good summer omen. I so enjoy summer fruit. Melons and berries and peaches oh my!  Happy Cinco de Mayo

 

Isn’t This How Disaster Movies Start?

Am I the only one who watchers disaster movies? Well I’ve looked at tons and recently they have all started the same way. Bizarre weather (check), odd animal behavior, particularly birds (check) asteroids that no one sees coming, landing(check).

Just saying.

Blessings to All This Weekend

Blessings to all people of faith as we celebrate Passover and Easter. It’s time to forget our differences and embrace our commonalities. The world is a rough place now and if we don’t get together I don’t know how we’ll survive. Five people killed in Tulsa Oklahoma all apparently shot by the same person. Senseless. Worse, people are thinking it is racially motivated because the people are all Black and the alleged gunman is White. From what I heard on CNN a week ago in Tulsa an elderly Caucasian couple were beaten and the accused is a Black man. Really, we’ve got to stop. Have you looked around lately? Earthquakes, tornadoes, floods. Hello, we have major issues to deal with and our petty differences have to take a back seat to more important things.

Anyway during this week of peaceful religious devotion I say blessings to all.

A Return to the Office

My husband and I have a great office and we don’t use it. Our home has what is called a bonus room over our garage. The room is a really nice size and houses our futon (serve as a guest bedroom, mostly for the grandkids) my husbands drafting table, our bookshelves, tv, desk and my yarn. So why don’t we use it? Well we find it hard to control the climate in the room, too cold in winter and hot in summer. We could work on that though. So today I decided that I need to stop finding flaws and find the good. Kinda like we do in life sometimes.

More to come from the office.

Gray Hair, Who Cares?

Well I hate to admit it but I guess I care. I had a hair cut this week and  generally that cheers me up. This time while I was in the chair and the hairs started falling I noticed to my horror that lots of gray hairs were among the casualties. I know that you may be thinking what’s the big deal you are 60. So what. Until now thanks to genetics I didn’t have any gray hair. I noticed a few in recent months and now this. Those things are sprouting like crab grass. Anyway after the initial shock I’ve decided to welcome them and move on. If they don’t mind I guess I don’t. Bring it on!