I’ve finally caught up with myself after the retreat. I watched a “House” episode last night although I had a problem getting it going. I put the CD in and got a weird noise and then I couldn’t get the disk out of the computer. I got it out and tried again with the same result. I went online to Netflix to report a problem disk. They said to wipe the disk in a certain way and after I did that it worked. Time will tell if it works tonight.
I was up at 6:30 this morning so I could get everything done before time to head off to Bible study. I arrived at church about 9:10 and put on the coffee. Today we were studying the part where David was running from Saul. We talked about friends and what friendship involves. Several folks shared about special friends in their lives. I told how Wanda and I met online back in 1996, I think it was, and we had a common bond in that we were both caring for a loved one. And we saw each other through the loss of both of those loved ones. That is what being a true friend is all about, even though we did it at a distance.
I left church after Bible study and stopped into Dr. Peterson’s office to pick up some of my supplements. Then I drove into Tacoma. I was going down Bridgeport way and stopped for a traffic light. Green registered in my brain and I started moving only to realize it was the left turn light. I backed up. Whew! I drove on and eventually turned onto 72nd Street so I could stop at Fred Meyer to pick up lunch for me and Deanna. I was almost there when the van next to me started moving over on top of me! Sheesh… I laid on my pitiful excuse for a horn and escaped that disaster. I went into Fred Meyer and found that the bank was at the opposite end from where I came in. Having taken care of my banking business I looked for a pair of tights I have that I like so well. Then I found the Asian salad that Deanna wanted for lunch. I looked and looked for the Quaker Rice Snacks and they weren’t to be found. The fellow who was helping me finally tracked them down but I had already checked out. They were in the organic food section with the bread – just where you would NOT have looked for them. I got two packs and went back through the checkout line. I got out to the car with my purchases only to discover that I had left the car keys in the bathroom. Arghhhh! I pulled out my spare door key and put everything into the car. Then I went back and searched the bathroom. The keys were nowhere to be found so I went to the Customer Service desk and there they were.
I finally arrived at Deanna’s at one o’clock. Her daughter Judy was there and she left soon after I arrived. It was so good to see Deanna. She looked a bit ragged around the edges after all she has been though. She said she has lost 20 pounds. I did some Show & Tell of my towels and potholders and then I fixed the salad for our lunch. We both ate a couple of helpings of salad and then we took our tea and went back into the family room with a couple of oatmeal raisin cookies in hand. Then I showed her the scarf I’m knitting for Reign and the Rambling Rows afghan.
We visited until her husband returned. She talked about her hospital stay and other phases of this “journey” in her life. She said the surgery was not something she would want to go through again. She told me how scared she had been at one point after the surgery. I think that was when she was on the drugs. I suspect she is highly sensitive to them and gets some rather bad reactions. She went to clinic yesterday and all seems to be going as planned at this point.
I bid her farewell and headed for the Proctor District for a few errands. I went to the shoe repair place to pick up a couple pairs of Bill’s boots and then went next door to The Pomodoro where I got a couple orders of their yummy minestrone soup. Then it was over to Metropolitan Market where I cruised around and found numerous goodies. I wasn’t hungry when I went in there. I can only imagine what I would have bought if I had been hungry! As it was, I bought a beet salad, a wheatberry salad, a Portobello mushroom turnover, a mini spinach quiche, a prime rib and wild mushroom pot pie, a pint of Cioppino, some creamed spinach and the rabbit Bill had put his name on.
As I drove across the Narrow’s Bridge, the sunset was absolute beautiful. Earlier in the day when I passed the street that goes over to the cemetery I had a big tug at my heart over Clint. The sunset reminded me of him once again – and the time I got locked in at the cemetery! I stopped at Cost Less and picked up the yarn for the scarf that I got an order for. The gal who bought the two Husky scarves wanted one more – this time in dark purple and the light gold. It was dark by time I finally made it home. Bill helped me unload the car. When I was done I sampled the minestrone along with the beet and wheatberry salads and the creamed spinach. I remember going to some restaurant recently where I had creamed spinach and found it was quite tasty. It was equally tasty tonight.
I had a lengthy chat with Barbara tonight. She has been swatching yarns for a jacket she wants to knit. She was happy with it and then she wasn’t. I told her about my day. Last night I chatted with Phyllis, another knitting friend who is going through cancer. I’ve mentioned her before. I told her all about Fort Worden since she has been to that in years past.
And that pretty well wraps up today. I’m off to do something until bedtime.
There’s no faith like that of children. They know that God is quiet and calm and wonderful- big and interested in them, and kind. Their requests of God usually are reasonable and honest, modest. They seldom ask for more than they deserve. They know of no reason why the world, in fact, shouldn’t be mostly good. - The Leader
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