Tuesday, July 25, 2017

"When other friendships have been forgot........ours will still be hot!"

I want to write about friendship. I assume that everyone has friends, but I would like to hope that each and every one of my readers has a couple of life-long friends. Friends that you can call on the phone, after a couple of weeks or even a couple of months of not talking, and continue in conversation, like you had talked to them yesterday. Really special friends.
I thought for a while that only women had that kind of friendship. Men are, after all, solitary creatures. We have come to believe that they don't form lasting relationships. Then, I met Jack and Ray. These two guys became friends, many years ago, through their church connection. They both had successful careers, grew older, retired and then ended up in the same senior citizen community. Ray and Jack are old friends. Now, they visit almost every afternoon.
One of the joys of growing older is that we tend to remember the past.....not always the present, but we remember the past. Therefore, old friendships are important.
Jack and Ray can talk about the past and they understand the backgrounds of each other. Ray can appreciate the pride that Jack has in his two daughters. Jack can attentively listen to Ray's explanation of navigating by using a sextant. They are buddies from way back.
Judy and Leslie, and more recently (after only 40 or so years) Sue, you will always be my special friends. I love you and I need you. I treasure our lifelong connection. You are a part of who I am.

All knowing and most powerful God. Thank you for giving us friends to love and to treasure. Thank you for showing us how to share and grow. We praise your Holy Name.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Killer instinct

I want to make it perfectly clear that I have never shot or held a real gun. Nor, have I ever been interested in doing so. We are not a family that hunts. However, I will admit that one of my most prized childhood possessions was a pair of ebony-handled toy six-shooters, with which I used to practice my quick-draw skills. Furthermore, I remember looking quite the fashion plate when I wore the silver studded holster, slung low on my black corduroy skirt with the contrasting white plastic fringe. But, that was 60 years ago.
But, recently, I have taken up shooting. Granted, my weapon of choice is only a pellet pistol. One shot at a time, makes it a one-shooter. And, my prey.....groundhogs.....have such tough skins, the most damage I can do (if I ever manage to hit any of the darn things) would be a sting on their backsides.
We have a large yard.
We didn't mind the varmints when they stayed in the far reaches of that back yard. However, I took up the battle when I found one on our back deck, nibbling on my potted plants.  Groundhogs are huge. They are herbivores and eat anything green. Now, the crazy things have burrowed along our foundation, on both ends of the house.
We have an invasion. Something has to be done. If the pellet gun doesn't work, I'm committed to trying gas or bombs, as a last resort.
I don't expect this violent phase of my life to continue. I will keep at it only until the groundhogs establish residency elsewhere.

Dear God: Our earthly life is full of unexpected turns. Show us how to meet each new event with joy and acceptance. Help us to see each day as a new normal. We praise you everlasting name.


Saturday, July 8, 2017

"Grandma, you need to look in a mirror."

I have been reading quite a bit of criticism, in the news lately, about the clothes currently worn by political wives, as they attend state functions. One critic focused on the vibrant colors of one ensemble. Her colors were to bold. She should have worn more subdued colors.  Another critic pooh-poohed the style of the dignitary's clothes. Too high fashion and too expensive for a person representing a democracy, the critic decried..
Well. Let's be thankful that our political wives aren't dressing (or in a state of undress) like most of the celebrity women we see these days. Can you imagine a Trump wearing what Khloe Kardasian wears? Or, what Taylor Swift wears? Or maybe, and this is a frightening mind picture....Hillary in one of Beyonce's outfits?
I, for one, am thrilled that all of our recent First Ladies have been dressed with class and style. Trump, Obama, Bush, Clinton. They are looked great and made our country look great..
And, frankly, I appreciate that they dress up........period. Too bad most of us don't try to emulate them. Have you looked around at your fellow Americans, lately. We don't care what we look like. And, it's pretty obvious.
The more holes and rips you have in your pants...holes make pants more expensive. Sneakers and flip flops have replaced shoes. Leggings have replaced slacks and no rear end looks attractive in leggings! Oh, and of course (as the commercial goes), we have a little plumber in all of us!
America......stop criticizing people because they can afford to look good.
America.......the next time you go shopping at Wal Mart, buy a mirror.

Dear Lord. What ever happened to forgiveness? Why can't we all just get along. Help me to work at becoming more forgiving and less critical. Help me to love more and complain less..

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Fake, Fake, Fake!

There is a lot of talk today about things being fake. Much of the news, we see and hear about, appears to be fake. At least half of America is calling it fake. The other half is so angry, we don't know what they are calling it. But then again, maybe the reports of half of the American population, being angry, are fake, too.
That aside, we had a "fake" incident at home, the other night.
Our granddaughter explained, to her ancient grandpa and grandma, the techniques and benefits of "fake" crying.  Anyone can do it, she assured us. And, if you do it right, the results are quite beneficial to the crier.
Whining and pleading, while you cry, gets the best results, we were told. Most of the time, it works, our expert explained. You can get almost anything you want, if you just play it right.
Holy Cow. Who knew? Out of the mouths of babes.
If this technique becomes common knowledge, anyone might use it. Career politicians will be using it, soon. Criminals, on trial, will take advantage of this phenomena. Maybe, I'll try it next week, at work.


Great and all powerful God. Emotion is a powerful thing. Help us to be God-fearing and truthful in our lives. We praise your holy name.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

au Naturel

In spite of my nickname, Fancy Nancy, I try to keep my life as simple as possible. I have never been  labeled as "high maintenance". I'm not into much make-up and Lord knows, I don't spend much time on my hair.
I have, however, spent a few thousand dollars on beautifying lotions and potions of many kinds.
Now, I have turned over a new LEAF. My newest beauty products are all Natural!
I have stopped using hair conditioning lotion and switched it out for a plain old bottle of apple cider vinegar. Besides being much less expensive, it seems to work quite well. I really like the way it makes my hair feel. The only down side is that I think I smell a little like a tossed salad and the vinegar fumes burn the heck out of my eyes.
I've also begun using coconut oil for body lotion. Oil, however, must be a misnomer. Coconut oil congeals at room temperature, and it is a bit gritty feeling. It has the texture of bacon grease.
But, it makes my skin feel really soft and smooth. However, I just cannot get the bacon grease thought, out of my mind. And, I think I smell like a Mounds Bar.
No telling how long this new "Natural Phase" of my life will last. Many years ago, I had a girlfriend who tried using lemon juice on her hair. It was supposed to lighten her naturally blondish locks. As I recall, all it did was attract flies!
C'est la vie!

Holy Lord. Watch over us. Be our guide and protector as we wander aimlessly through the many stages and phases of our lives. We praise Your name.

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Never Say Never

Years ago, I vowed I would never, ever have one of those "ugly a**, you all know the type, recliners in my living room".
I don't know whether my children remember, but their father and I had a very heated argument, in a furniture showroom, over the purchase of one such chair. It was quite a scene, and it involved a few tears, accompanied by some loud, unkind remarks, directed at my in-laws.
My husband's father and mother had given us a couple of hundred dollars to purchase a recliner. They thought  their son needed one, in our living room. Well, I did not want one, in my living room. Those chairs were ugly. They had no style. I did not want a big, ugly piece of furniture, any place in my house, and I didn't care who knew it.
We, my husband and I, eventually settled on a recliner, for him, in our downstairs family room. His parents were not pleased, but my spouse and I stayed married.
Last month, I purchased, by myself  and by my own volition, a recliner for our living room. My husband deserved one. He likes it. It is not ugly, it is beautiful. It's leather and it cost an arm and a leg, but by golly, it's a recliner.
I am a woman. I can change my mind.

God. You are a marvel. You love us, know matter what crazy things we do. Show us how to curb our pride and prejudice. Teach us how to do Your will. We praise Your Holy Name.

Friday, June 9, 2017

Ten Thoughts

Here are ten things that I, as a senior, can do. (And many young folks cannot.)

1. I can add, subtract, multiply and divide numbers.........without using a machine.
2. I can read and write in cursive.
3. I am able to tell time on any kind of clock....not just a digital one or a phone.
4. I  can enjoy eating out,with family and friends, and not have to check my cell phone, once.
5. I know how to write a check, read a map and follow printed directions.
6. I can express myself in many ways...none of which include shaving my head or having some one stick an inky needle into any part of my body.
7. I can read a newspaper.
8. I cannot reproduce......and don't want to.
9. I can remember when I didn't have to pay to watch my own television, even if I had to get up to turn the set on and off.
10. I have had a productive and successful life, without having to post my every thought, action and bodily function, on the Internet.

We should appreciate all that we have experienced in this life. We can't be young again. And, would we really want to? I feel great about being who I am, who I was and who I will become.

Okay, God. Nobody told me what it would be like to grow older. I don't remember that class. But, with Your steadfast love, I think I am making the best of it. Help me to stay strong and healthy and to put Your will above my own.