Wow, Can My Son-In-Law Cook

Wow, oh wow, is food better when we don’t cook it or what? My son-in-law had invited me over yesterday, Sunday, for dinner as he knew I loved to eat there when he smoked food on the grill.

I couldn’t go because I had to work so I went tonight instead. He had some left-overs of the smoked meat which tasted so good. He made bacon-cheeseburgers, with grilled potato salad. There was macaroni salad and I had taken over a pumpkin dessert.

I ate way too much, but every bite was delicious. I swear some men are the best chefs and my son-in-law definitely would have a busy restaurant if he owned one, because honestly? He is the best cook for any man I ever met.

I had never had grilled potato salad, but I know that at one time or another, I will request that specialty again. I just got home and I have made a final decision for myself. After last night of being slapped a few times and having to be on my feet walking up and down the driveway, I have decided to give this job up.

I have enough experience that I believe I can find something else more suitable for my needs. I am a little nervous because it means no job again, but I pray the span of time will be short.

I am just not steady enough on my own two feet to be helping some frail patient try to stand her own balance, plus I hate to admit it, but I really don’t get off on being slapped. I am going to try to get a job at the local hospital or a private-care job like I used to do. So say prayers a door opens for me please.






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A Look Into Where I Live

Today I had to go pay my first water bill, so I grabbed my camera, because I have been asked to take some photos of around here. It was pretty nice outside. Temperature is 82 but humidity is up. Quite a bit of breeze so a perfect day for my camera and me.

The first four photos are of the square down town where I pay my water bill. The big building is where I got my driver’s license. The fifth photo is a small wreck I saw on my outing. The next two are photos of what I saw as I was getting ready to come inside the house. The last two photos are; A) my living room, B) spare bedroom.

I hope you enjoyed looking at these.

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New Pair of Feet and Arms

I have never been so glad to get home in months. I worked tonight and although I have great compassion for those who are suffering from Dementia and Alzheimer’s ; I could think of better things to be doing.

Part of the issue was my feet. This client wanted to walk up and down the sidewalk, go down the hill and back up, over and over, and my feet were burning in no time. I only spent six hours there but it seemed like 16.

Because of me being new in her life, the trust on her side was zero for me. One of the many rules is to  hang on to her where ever she goes. Well, she didn’t like that and she showed me with her words, her hitting and slapping me. I feel like I have been beat up.

I am trying hard to think maybe it is still too soon from losing Al,  that maybe this work just isn’t for me, but I don’t think so. I think I just don’t like being slapped around like a dead piece of meat. I pray and still ask for your prayers that God leads me into a new door. If he wants me to remain at this house week after week, I am going to have to order a new pair of feet and new arms. With my own balance issues you can probably picture the two of us unsteady beings trying to walk up and down hills. Oh how I am so glad I am home.


Local Color

Local Color

Imagine we lived in a world that’s all of a sudden devoid of color, but where you’re given the option to have just one object keep its original hue. Which object (and which color) would that be?


I bet you didn’t know that I was color blind did you? I am not bad, just can’t tell my blues and greens apart. Put me in a file of paint color sticks and you have screwed me up good for the day!

Our world is what we make it. If we are down on our luck or mad at the world, all we can vision is black and gray. If we look at the glass of water half-full, we see color. If we see the glass completely filled, we see rainbows of colors.

What if we  had no color. What if something was wrong with our eyes that we saw dull or gray matter all the time. Do you know how we see color?


How the Eye Sees Color


Color originates in light. Sunlight, as we perceive it, is colorless. In reality, a rainbow is testimony to the fact that all the colors of the spectrum are present in white light. As illustrated in the diagram below, light goes from the source (the sun) to the object (the apple), and finally to the detector (the eye and brain).


For me, if I have a choice I will choose BLUE for my color. Why? Because it represents HOPE.

According to Green Lantern, these colors represent these things:

HOPE is something none of us should ever lose sight of. No matter if you are down on your luck, living a life your friends don’t agree with, or feel like you are on top of the world; we should always carry hope for a better world to live in. Hope for peace to once reign again. Hope to find love. Hope to cure illness. Hope, can’t live without it or the color BLUE.



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