“My Mind Is Swimming Laps”

Yeah, it realllllly is!!

Folks that know me would say that’s not unusual.  But it’s faster laps than usual.

Next Saturday, i get to take a quick trip home for my dad’s 78th bd on the following Tuesday.  He doesn’t know it yet.  Mamma and Soph do.    I know it’ll be a short trip, but…it’s ok!  At least i get to see em all and catch up with what’s going on in their lives.  It’s just not the same, living so far away.  And Soph has an awesome trip to DC to tell me about!!! 

The downside of that is that j hasn’t been feeling good and i hate to leave him alone.  His pancretitis is flared up…and he’s short of breath…and i’ve heard him say more than once in the past year that he’s overdue for a heart attack.  His last one was four years ago and they recommended he have open heart surgery.  And, of course, he didn’t.  I’ve stopped trying to talk him out of  denial.  I think i know him well enough to know he’s gonna do what he’s gonna do (aren’t we all??).  So…i say my prayers, try not to worry (it’s hard. tho!), and try to enjoy the time we have together.

And then, there are all these subtle messages i’m getting that i need to get back to church.  I can come up with a million reasons that i keep putting it off, like i don’t wanna go back and see who’s seat is empty, since there were a lot of older folks there…and i know of a few that have gone on to be with the Lord.  And that it’s hard to go back after being away so long.  It’s that first time…

But there are just as many reasons to go.  I know in my heart that it’s where i belong.

And i need the church, whether they need me or not.

We had a phone call on selling the trailer.  I was so pumped about it.  I got the idea that the prospective buyer was going to buy a trailer–it was just a matter of which one.  She stood me up two nights in a row (like i didn’t have anything else to do!).  The first night, i called her and she told me that in the midst of taking care of her sick mother, she’d forgotten.  I can understand that.  We agreed to meet the next afternoon .  I called her an hour before our meeting and she assured me she’d be there.  I was ready to make the sale, but an hour after we were supposed to meet, i came home, too frustrated to give her a call.  I decided that if she did call back, i’d have her call me when she got there and that the price would go up several thousand dollars.  *humpf!!*

J and i have a wedding to go to outside tomorrow afternoon for one of the ex-cart boys from the golf course.  So, i have ironing to do of his good clothes and a gift bag to buy and oh, so many things that i’ve put off till the last minute.  Guess i’d better either get it done, or get to bed so i can get up early!  Hmmm…i don’t like getting up early!

Blessed be!!