I got up at 6:30 and it was too dark to tell if it was raining or not. When it got light I didn’t see any rain and as 8 o’clock approached I was blinded by sun coming through the front window. I left here just after 8:30 and headed for our Ladies Bible Study. We had six of eleven ladies present. I called everyone when I got home. I was especially concerned about Vickie since someone saw her outside the church and then she disappeared. I worried that something happened with Terry that took her back home. As it turned out, she had dropped David off at church for some youth outing and was having some time to herself today. Chris was, indeed, sick. Christy is in the midst of the final preparations for her daughter’s upcoming wedding. I didn’t reach Becky or Gerry but since neither was home, I’m supposing they aren’t sick. I sent them an email.
It was after 12:30 by time I got home from church. Bill’s friend Dick was visiting. I fixed myself some lunch and then tackled the email. It took me the rest of the afternoon to catch up. We were due at Phillip’s at 5:30 for dinner. Naturally someone called and held us up getting off on time. In fact, it was like grand central station here with the phone all afternoon.
We finally took off about 5:10 and as we started down the other side of the driveway I caught the faintest movement that I thought was a deer. Mind you, it was dark out but sure enough, it was a doe. Then as we drove on out our road we saw two bunnies. Before I left for church this morning I spied a coyote down under the apple and pear trees. So it has been a good “wildlife” day!
We had a nice visit with Phillip. He cooked burgers on the grill. We took potato salad and mushrooms (which I sautéed). We also took some condiments since I was unsure what Phillip might have in his nearly bare refrigerator. We left by 7:30 since he has to get up before the chickens to go to work. We drove into Port Orchard to the grocery store for a few things and then came home. It was raining when we left Phillip’s so I guess that is what we can expect for the next several days.
I played some more Vacation Solitaire last night. Each island has five or so versions so I selected a different one than the dumb Golf one I just cannot beat. I won that one which moved me on up to another yacht. Then I tried the Golf one again – several times – and to no avail. I may be stuck on Dubai forever on my “vacation.”
I have 21 inches knit on the second basketweave scarf. This Marble Chunky is sure nice soft yarn! And now I’m off to do something until time to hit the sack. Tomorrow I’ll have to get packed and ready to go as I’ll have to leave real early Friday morning. I leave you with the following as we remember our military on this special day.
When A Soldier Doesn't Come Home
When a soldier doesn't come home again,
There’s so much that’s left undone;
Like the strings of your heart all tied around
A wonderful daughter or son.
And, where are the grandchildren, promised by God,
To be blessings in later life,
The fellowship of the families born
Because of the love in your life?
When a soldier doesn't come back again,
When the ultimate price is paid,
And you can't make a trip to see the spot
Where your beloved was laid .
When your heart hovers down, flat on the ground,
And you see that familiar wave;
Then, you feel, in your heart, "Attention!"
And you understand freedom’s high pay.
It’s a beautiful sight when the flag flies high;
With it’s colors of red, white, and blue.
But, the flag brings a different feeling
When it’s folded ... and handed to you.
I know it’s only a bit of cloth.
But, the emblem of freedom is there
And it ONLY flies in the blue of the skies;
For the price paid by someone who cared.
It’s almost as if a familiar wave
From someone, you love, can been seen.
Somehow they're a part of the stars and stripes
That wave o'er the land ... still free!
Oh, flag of our land, beautiful and true,
Oh, flag! Fly forever, and free!
When I see the waves of our beautiful flag,
I know that it’s flying for me!
Hi Diane. Was finally able to get out cyberwalking again and wanted to check on you and see what you were up to ... 
Hi Carol, I get a "lump in my chest" reading your thoughts that you share .. thanks for reminding us how life is a 
And the final part was Newworldson. Their blend of pop, soul, jazz and gospel is unlike anything going on in popular music today. They were not, however, my cup of tea. We listened to them for awhile and finally Debi asked if I was ready to leave. It was 9:30’ish and by time we got on the road it was nearing ten o’clock. We stopped at a gas station and her debit card wouldn’t work so we got on the freeway headed for Tacoma. She got off at Port of Tacoma where she again had problems with the card. However, she got help, bought gas and we continued our journey home. As we drove into my driveway I spied a deer. I couldn’t tell if it was a buck or a doe. I got my things out of her car and into the house. It was about 11:15. And that was our big two day adventure! 
I finally relented and took a nap this afternoon. I knew I wouldn’t survive to make it back to church to play for the evening service if I didn’t get a little shuteye! 
She was a cutie. Her mom wasn’t in sight and she wasn’t tall enough to reach the faucet so I helped her clean up. The missionary and his family work with the Culina Madiha tribe in Northern Brazil. The tribe lives on a reservation and like all indigenous Brazilian peoples, the Culina are technically wards of the Brazilian government. The missionaries have a daunting task ahead of them in working with these people. They believe in two creators – two brothers. One did everything right and the other could do nothing right. Both have long since departed leaving the tribes to their own devices. When the missionaries talk about God, the Culina see Him as the “good brother” in their creator story. They definitely have their work cut out for them in ministering to these people.
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