After I posted the journal last night I remembered the other thing that happened yesterday.  In talking with Linda, I told her I had been looking to get a new digital camera before I bit the bullet and bought the new embroidery machine.  So we talked about what kind I wanted.  I told her about one place where it was $65 cheaper than anywhere else I had found.  She tried to get it there yesterday morning but they wouldn’t ship to an address that was different than her billing address.  I called there off and on for hours and never got anything but a busy signal.  Eventually I had the thought of checking this place out a bit further and discovered that they are evidently a rip off.  It seems that they are selling “gray market” cameras which are NOT warranted in the US.  I told Linda and told her and said a big “thank you, Jesus” that we didn’t get stung by that scam.

     This morning I was up and off to Doris’ Bible Study.  We are 15 ladies and had a nice prayer time following the study.  Then I was off to the bank and home.  When I got back here I packed up the afghan and got it in the mail along with a couple of Christmas cards.  I sent Bill on his way to the post office and I got some lunch before getting back to embroidering angels.  Of course, the five I did yesterday were reduced by two that went into the Christmas cards so I only replaced those with this afternoon’s work. 

     I talked with Nancy this afternoon.  The hospice social worker had just left after dumping on her about various financial issues that should not have been discussed with her there alone.  I e’d her husband and suggested that he call hospice and have the social worker only come on Fridays when he is home.  It is ridiculous for them to be worrying the patient with that sort of thing.

     Anyway, dinner has been served, we watched tonight’s episode of “House,” and I’m off to knit more on the baby sweater.  Barbara is on the second sleeve of her adult version of the sweater.  And as this day draws to a close, I remember my last night with Clint four years ago and thank God that it was not our final goodbye.

Goodbyes are not forever.
Goodbyes are not the end.
They simply mean I'll miss you
Until we meet again!
~Author Unknown