"...let us also lay aside every encumbrance...
which so easily entangles us,
and let us run with
endurance the race that is set before us."
Hebrews 12:1
A REPOSTING AND AN UPDATE...
There is a three strand woven cord running through our lives: the what-if's, the even-if's and God. That is our bookmark these days. A doctor visit that culminated (nearly a year past due in ordering tests) with the "c" word. We got wound up in that three strand cord and were spun like a top. After the crazy spinning slowed down, we wobbled and took a deep breath. More tests, procedures, etc. on the horizon. But God knows, even if we don't know. (A new PET scan will be taken Sept. 17.)
Then again on the home front, we've been looking at accessories: ADU's, Accessory Dwelling Units, otherwise known as mother-in-law houses or tiny houses. Thus, we will be selling our house to our daughter and son-in-law, no less, a habit we've returned to since this is the third time we've done so on our street. Then we will be building/remodeling the 700 square foot pool house at our son's place. This means downsizing like crazy. Did I mention, crazy? Yep. I'm doing crazy right now.
I tried to look it up in the phone book under "Stuff." Did you realize there are no listings for those who deal in stuff. Half the numbers I tried for local antique dealers were no longer in service, which means it's a tough business to sell stuff. I do have a lady coming in the morning who will look over my accumulation to decide if I am worthy of her as a buyer of stuff. I hope I don't embarrass myself and grovel and beg, "Please, please, please buy my stuff or just take it away," not letting go of her ankles until she relents.
I'm not a hoarder per say. I'm too organized. Take for instance the storage of my favorite magazines, past issues of Victoria Magazine--not the lingerie company--and Country Living. I'm a thumber. You see, they were separated in bins by the month, so I could say, pull out the June issues and thumb through them, a very relaxing sport. However, I realized that some of them were older than my youngest son who is turned 18, some were older than rookies on the Giants team. Thus, I have been filling the trash bin with this stuff. (Now I thumb magazines provided at the Cancer Center for those of us who wait.)
It helps to put my mind in a happy place to lose some of the weight we've carried all these years, the undusted dustables. (Did I mention that I should have named my shedding dog, Dust Bunny?) Talk about weight, books are our downfall. If no one is tempted by any of my man's vast theological library, I've been given permission to stop, drop and run at a nearby Christian College library, otherwise known as donations. (Thank you William Jessup University and Teen Challege who did the heavy lifting delivering them for us.)
The estate sale or yard sale will probably be June 1, but early birds are welcome any time, say today? This stuff somehow bred and multiplied over the years so that it is not only entangling me, but strangling me, like I'm drowning in stuff. Enough stuff said.
Now that we have entered into the simplicity part of our journey, we spend the part of our day not at the Cancer Center watching the Giants and old westerns. Those bang-bang, you're dead old movies and reruns of old shows on the Inspiration Channel have the bad words and bedroom scenes edited out, thank goodness, but there are enough dead bodies to have filled Boot Hill a hundred times over. Yes, we have entered a second childhood watching Cheyenne, Lawman, Gunsmoke, Wells Fargo, Death Valley Days, and such. Most of the movies we watch are from the 40's and 50's, and even some from as early as the 30's. John Wayne made over 100 movies delighting us when we find ones we've never seen before. One of my favorites is a 1940's movie adaptation he starred in from Harold Bell Wright, called "Shepherd of the Hills," an author I treasure and whose books are part of my collection. They are keepers.
Al has some days better than others, but what wears him out the most is visiting and talking on the phone which takes an emotional toll. We stay away from our beloved church because of this, but also because doctors have encouraged us to stay away from crowds due to his low immunity from germs. Thus, our social circle is family. But never forget how much we appreciate all our dear friends and your prayers and encouraging words and cards.
Oh, those grandkids! Ezra and Addie's 3rd grade teacher had them work on a timeline beginning with Christopher Columbus. Ezra ending his with September 2019 when Grandpa and Grandma will move in behind his house. How nice to be included in their history. Our pool house is nearing completion. God bless Robin and Jimmy and kids who have patiently camped with us-seven of us in a nearly packed up three bedroom house-since mid July when their escrow closed and we signed papers making them owners of our house. Such talented grandkids, artistic and musical. Where would we be without our children?
The estate sale or yard sale will probably be June 1, but early birds are welcome any time, say today? This stuff somehow bred and multiplied over the years so that it is not only entangling me, but strangling me, like I'm drowning in stuff. Enough stuff said.
UPDATE
Now that we have entered into the simplicity part of our journey, we spend the part of our day not at the Cancer Center watching the Giants and old westerns. Those bang-bang, you're dead old movies and reruns of old shows on the Inspiration Channel have the bad words and bedroom scenes edited out, thank goodness, but there are enough dead bodies to have filled Boot Hill a hundred times over. Yes, we have entered a second childhood watching Cheyenne, Lawman, Gunsmoke, Wells Fargo, Death Valley Days, and such. Most of the movies we watch are from the 40's and 50's, and even some from as early as the 30's. John Wayne made over 100 movies delighting us when we find ones we've never seen before. One of my favorites is a 1940's movie adaptation he starred in from Harold Bell Wright, called "Shepherd of the Hills," an author I treasure and whose books are part of my collection. They are keepers.
Al has some days better than others, but what wears him out the most is visiting and talking on the phone which takes an emotional toll. We stay away from our beloved church because of this, but also because doctors have encouraged us to stay away from crowds due to his low immunity from germs. Thus, our social circle is family. But never forget how much we appreciate all our dear friends and your prayers and encouraging words and cards.
Oh, those grandkids! Ezra and Addie's 3rd grade teacher had them work on a timeline beginning with Christopher Columbus. Ezra ending his with September 2019 when Grandpa and Grandma will move in behind his house. How nice to be included in their history. Our pool house is nearing completion. God bless Robin and Jimmy and kids who have patiently camped with us-seven of us in a nearly packed up three bedroom house-since mid July when their escrow closed and we signed papers making them owners of our house. Such talented grandkids, artistic and musical. Where would we be without our children?
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