Doing it old school

I found out through Facebook that a once close, highly disappointing, former friend is suffering through a family tragedy. The last member of her nuclear family -- an older sister she is very close to -- suffered a massive heart attack. "She is on machines to keep her alive in hopes she strengthens enough for open heart surgery to replace mitral valve. Please pray for her."

And so I did.

Growing up with Judy, I naturally knew her older sister. I am genuinely sorry this is happening. I've learned that massive heart attacks are hideously painful and life changing, and I wouldn't wish one on anyone. I humbly ask God to help her be comfortable.

I find it ironic, though, that Judy beseeched the Facebook community to pray for her sister. For Judy and Carol were among the first people I ever met who made me feel as though my conventional approach to religion was small minded and naive. 

But that was decades ago. Life kicks all our asses, I guess, and it's at times like this we return to God. It's His gift to us that we're always welcome back.

A big, heaping serving of corn

Yeah, I know it's corny. But it gets me every time. Ever since I was a little girl. I used to worry that I'd miss this number when we went to the fireworks. Yes, I'd rather be indoors watching him dance up the wall than at the park with my family watching the village fireworks. (Of course, that might have more to do with my father bitching about everyone and everything en route to and from the event, but that's something I'd rather not dwell on today.)

Enjoy your 4th!

She shouldn't get to me

A really rude old biddie snapped at me today at Walgreen's and made me sad. It's the same store where a pushy younger man snapped at me a couple Easters ago.

Must remember not to go to Walgreen's on holidays. People are not at their best.