And how old will Joanne be this October?
The voice of the Oldest speaks from the depths. Yes, I finally remembered where to look for my password, and I'm back in business. Getting a different computer means one loses all sense of where one had organized things.
And now for the update: I feel like I change jobs as one changes underwear. Thankfully, my brother, Bill, is quicker on the underwear, and now has tried out changing the job part. I'm grateful for you, Bill, and I only hope I can follow in your footsteps! I'll be praying for you tomorrow, as I think that's your first day on the job. I hate the feeling of all the details you have to stuff into your head. You'll do fine, though, since computers r u.
In the interlude between paychecks, Grandma and I have ordered new blinds for her porch, swam, exercized, cooked, shopped, visited Daytona Beach, broken her typewriter, and been to the Friday coffee at the park, where we have updated ourselves on all the news of where we live in TrailerLand. The pool has been painted, and the streets will be paved sometime next March. How wonderful.
George is continuing to Mediate as a vocation. He also preaches on Sunday mornings as an avocation. I have been drafted to step in at the piano for the worship service, as the resident pianist at the village has moved on up to playing for the Lord on some kinda "Grande" piano in heaven! George prepares much better for his sermon than I do for the music, as I don't seem to have a piano in TrailerLand. These older people are so loving, and so appreciative, and we do feel it's a privilege to serve them. About 25-30 people attend every week. Sometimes Mom accompanies us, and she always has a nice time. She actually has a friend who moved from TrailerLand to this place, around the corner and down the street, and she waits to see if the lady will be sitting outside of a Sunday morning, so she can say Hello to her. She wonders if the lady will remember her, as she's out of context, not being a resident of the present place, but remembering their friendship from TrailerLand. Verily, today, the lady was, in fact, outside, taking in the sun, and, when Mom called to her, the lady was so surprised. But, the lady is sitting proudly on a wicker lawn chair, waiting for someone to pick her up for an outing, and she starts to cry when she sees Mom, thinking poor Mom is wheelchair-bound. Now the moral of this story is, "don't imagine you know all the facts about a situation." And now, seeing that this paragraph is more about others than George, I'll add in that he is a happy reader, spending most of his time in pursuit of one more history book. He has been "living" with Peter the Great, the Russian Czar, for several weeks, and I was afraid we were going to have to endure some quasi-funeral service when the poor old ruler finally ceased his colorful life. But, now that read is over, the late-night light burns for Catherine de Medici, of 17th C. fame. She is far less interesing, though, and I notice we're ending the read time much more quickly of late....
Carrie is still working at the hospital out-patient facility, but she's on call. This is good when you work but not that wonderful when you don't. She's been spending her days chasing after two kids, one dog, and one horse. Lately she has supervised the home improvements which have been needed, and I must say she's doing a great job of it, saving money every possible way, and learning some new fixer-upper methods in the process. She has lined up renters where once her parents slept, and this means the mortgage gets paid much faster. This I like. The down side is, how do I get to see my grandchildren if there's nowhere to sleep? Her interests are always changing, and lately she has enrolled in a certification process for aestheticians. She was offered by a dermatologist to start at his office in December, when certification is complete, combining medical assisting, surgical assisting, and aesthetician-ing on different days. She'd have to spend money and time re-upping the surgical part, as she let this drop when Christian was born. This is a wonderful offer, but it doesn't pay as much as going for FT work in the new field. Her friends own a salon and are building out a room in their place to Carrie's specifications. She and the husband go to Home Depot and buy a week's worth of equipment, or paint, etc., and he installs it. So far it's decorated in palest peach and green, I understand. This will be a big step for Carrie, starting her own business, actually. Wish we were nearer in order to help.
Bekki is enjoying the new school, even though her roommate moved out this weekend in favor of living in the newer dorm. Bekki wasted no time in enlisting her Dad's help in rearranging the beds to fit together, adding a bunch of black and white pictures all around the bare walls, and spreading her pink and black theme over the whole place. She just hopes the college doesn't find some other girl who needs a place to live! We enjoyed a bbq at Parent Weekend to feel a little like we're a part of the whole process. We just pray Bekki can find some solid friends there who think like she does. She has been surprised to find that she's one of the more mature Christians in this "Christian" college, a position she was pressed into by about the second weekend, when friends all tried out their new freedom on the local bars downtown. My prayer is for her to remain steadfast in Who she believes in, and to act accordingly. It's always nice to have a slice of maturity showing through....
I miss my grandchildren b/c of just these types of issues: you know they need to find out things, and you're sure no one else is as willing to share with them. The miles in between us and them makes George go to tears more often than not, and he just dropped into the bed behind me, saying precisely that he misses his babies, and they won't even know who we are before long.
Now, I must go quickly, since my husband appears to be in bed with another woman==Catherine di Medici. He reports that the reason Michaelangelo's statue of David is missing part of its arm is because in some hostility with the Medici family (Italians who are living as royalty in France) somebody threw a stone and hit the left arm. Now this fact alone was reward enough for having read through all this dribble about the Polaceks and their people. How else would you know these important historical facts? And where else could you get such intimate bedroom conversation? Stayed tuned....
And now for the update: I feel like I change jobs as one changes underwear. Thankfully, my brother, Bill, is quicker on the underwear, and now has tried out changing the job part. I'm grateful for you, Bill, and I only hope I can follow in your footsteps! I'll be praying for you tomorrow, as I think that's your first day on the job. I hate the feeling of all the details you have to stuff into your head. You'll do fine, though, since computers r u.
In the interlude between paychecks, Grandma and I have ordered new blinds for her porch, swam, exercized, cooked, shopped, visited Daytona Beach, broken her typewriter, and been to the Friday coffee at the park, where we have updated ourselves on all the news of where we live in TrailerLand. The pool has been painted, and the streets will be paved sometime next March. How wonderful.
George is continuing to Mediate as a vocation. He also preaches on Sunday mornings as an avocation. I have been drafted to step in at the piano for the worship service, as the resident pianist at the village has moved on up to playing for the Lord on some kinda "Grande" piano in heaven! George prepares much better for his sermon than I do for the music, as I don't seem to have a piano in TrailerLand. These older people are so loving, and so appreciative, and we do feel it's a privilege to serve them. About 25-30 people attend every week. Sometimes Mom accompanies us, and she always has a nice time. She actually has a friend who moved from TrailerLand to this place, around the corner and down the street, and she waits to see if the lady will be sitting outside of a Sunday morning, so she can say Hello to her. She wonders if the lady will remember her, as she's out of context, not being a resident of the present place, but remembering their friendship from TrailerLand. Verily, today, the lady was, in fact, outside, taking in the sun, and, when Mom called to her, the lady was so surprised. But, the lady is sitting proudly on a wicker lawn chair, waiting for someone to pick her up for an outing, and she starts to cry when she sees Mom, thinking poor Mom is wheelchair-bound. Now the moral of this story is, "don't imagine you know all the facts about a situation." And now, seeing that this paragraph is more about others than George, I'll add in that he is a happy reader, spending most of his time in pursuit of one more history book. He has been "living" with Peter the Great, the Russian Czar, for several weeks, and I was afraid we were going to have to endure some quasi-funeral service when the poor old ruler finally ceased his colorful life. But, now that read is over, the late-night light burns for Catherine de Medici, of 17th C. fame. She is far less interesing, though, and I notice we're ending the read time much more quickly of late....
Carrie is still working at the hospital out-patient facility, but she's on call. This is good when you work but not that wonderful when you don't. She's been spending her days chasing after two kids, one dog, and one horse. Lately she has supervised the home improvements which have been needed, and I must say she's doing a great job of it, saving money every possible way, and learning some new fixer-upper methods in the process. She has lined up renters where once her parents slept, and this means the mortgage gets paid much faster. This I like. The down side is, how do I get to see my grandchildren if there's nowhere to sleep? Her interests are always changing, and lately she has enrolled in a certification process for aestheticians. She was offered by a dermatologist to start at his office in December, when certification is complete, combining medical assisting, surgical assisting, and aesthetician-ing on different days. She'd have to spend money and time re-upping the surgical part, as she let this drop when Christian was born. This is a wonderful offer, but it doesn't pay as much as going for FT work in the new field. Her friends own a salon and are building out a room in their place to Carrie's specifications. She and the husband go to Home Depot and buy a week's worth of equipment, or paint, etc., and he installs it. So far it's decorated in palest peach and green, I understand. This will be a big step for Carrie, starting her own business, actually. Wish we were nearer in order to help.
Bekki is enjoying the new school, even though her roommate moved out this weekend in favor of living in the newer dorm. Bekki wasted no time in enlisting her Dad's help in rearranging the beds to fit together, adding a bunch of black and white pictures all around the bare walls, and spreading her pink and black theme over the whole place. She just hopes the college doesn't find some other girl who needs a place to live! We enjoyed a bbq at Parent Weekend to feel a little like we're a part of the whole process. We just pray Bekki can find some solid friends there who think like she does. She has been surprised to find that she's one of the more mature Christians in this "Christian" college, a position she was pressed into by about the second weekend, when friends all tried out their new freedom on the local bars downtown. My prayer is for her to remain steadfast in Who she believes in, and to act accordingly. It's always nice to have a slice of maturity showing through....
I miss my grandchildren b/c of just these types of issues: you know they need to find out things, and you're sure no one else is as willing to share with them. The miles in between us and them makes George go to tears more often than not, and he just dropped into the bed behind me, saying precisely that he misses his babies, and they won't even know who we are before long.
Now, I must go quickly, since my husband appears to be in bed with another woman==Catherine di Medici. He reports that the reason Michaelangelo's statue of David is missing part of its arm is because in some hostility with the Medici family (Italians who are living as royalty in France) somebody threw a stone and hit the left arm. Now this fact alone was reward enough for having read through all this dribble about the Polaceks and their people. How else would you know these important historical facts? And where else could you get such intimate bedroom conversation? Stayed tuned....
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thanks for all the updates on you and you family. we need to get some of them online here too.
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