Archives November 2021

Where We Go

close up photo of chocolate cake on a gold colored saucer

We were just out there spending money like we had some to spend.

Something I don’t understand is where time goes. I was up not early as I used to get up, but early enough to get my Bible reading done, and the next thing I knew it was time to go get my hair washed.

For a year and a few months since I was so sick, I’ve been having my hair shampooed at the shop in town. I found I was too incapacitated to do it myself and Old Fuzzy, no matter how wonderful is not a hairstylist or hair washer either.

We are not set up at home for washing hair like the shop in town and so that’s the way that went. After getting my ‘scalp massage’ as they term it, Old Fuzzy and I stop and buy ice cream at another shop, and today we ordered pizza for lunch. We were just out there spending money like we had some to spend.

Young Fuzzy and his brother, Good Fuzzy was working at getting some of the harvest harvested and we picked up the pizza for lunch and took it out to them. That was a win-win for all of us, except…

In our area, it’s real difficult to find a better pizza than our local Casey’s pizza and that is what we ordered. When we get Casey’s pizza I eat it like it’s good and after two pieces of pizza, I was so full I had to nap.

My Cousin Coco when we were growing up was a fifty-pound weakling, then eventually a hundred-pound weakling. None of us were huge eaters but when we ate she would always have to unbutton the top button on her jeans until everything settled.

Well, today that was me. Not just the top button but the second button as well. I was that stuffed. A nap was good, but that’s the way that went as well, my afternoon was pretty much gone.

Looking through the lens of time, what does life look like? What does society look like? Narrowing it down, what do we look like? Are we trying to encourage others? Are we working to help our friends, neighbors, and countrymen?

The meme says, ‘Be the reason someone smiles today.’ Or there is another meme that reads, ‘I may not be your closest friend, but when you hear my name, I hope it brings a smile to your face.’

There are helpers and there are anti-helpers. I kind of made that word up, but here in third John, we have contrast as to this. The anti-helper is Diotrephes, an arrogant fellow. The opposite here is Demetrius.

3John 1:

8) We therefore ought to receive such, that we might be fellowhelpers to the truth.

9) I wrote unto the church: but Diotrephes, who loveth to have the preeminence among them, receiveth us not.

10) Wherefore, if I come, I will remember his deeds which he doeth, prating against us with malicious words: and not content therewith, neither doth he himself receive the brethren, and forbiddeth them that would, and casteth them out of the church.

11) Beloved, follow not that which is evil, but that which is good. He that doeth good is of God: but he that doeth evil hath not seen God.  12) Demetrius hath good report of all men, and of the truth itself: yea, and we also bear record; and ye know that our record is true. 

Alternative Universe

scenic view of sea against sky during sunset

Each week is different, yet each week is the same. Our plans sometimes come to fruition, and sometimes they don’t.

What did I do this last week? I don’t know. What did I plan to do this last week? I don’t know that either.

I used to make out a list of things to do. This was quite helpful. I would number the things on my list as to what I wanted to do first, second, and so forth. At the end of the day voila! I could look back and see what I’d done.

Those were the days when I had an idea of what I was able to do the next day and I never questioned that ability. That world seems to have disappeared into an alternative universe.

What now exists is a world in which from one day to the next my body doesn’t respond the same. I’ll go to bed thinking that in the morning I’m going to get up and… And I have a litany of things I plan on doing.

But maybe I don’t have a good night of sleep or I would have a good night of sleep IF I didn’t have to get up every hour on the hour for five straight hours. The next morning I’m wiped out for the whole day.

Or maybe I get up and begin working on some of my decided on projects when I time out. That means for all of my good intentions at that point I have no more energy, no more anything left and it’s time for someone else to take over the job I was invested in.

I genuinely don’t know what happened. It sounds trite but I went from a superwoman to what’s left.

This isn’t always easy to come to terms with. I’ve read other people who write about similar problems that come with fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue syndrome. They have similar comments and a common observation is how because they don’t look sick everyone believes they are being dishonest.

People who have been their friends tend to drift away thinking they are being overdramatic. Some specialists insist fibromyalgia doesn’t exist because you can’t measure or touch it to confirm the diagnosis.

And then there is the advice. The advice comes from people who are about half my age and live on the planet I used to live on in the universe that made sense. The universe that said things like plan your work and work your plan.

Some of my readers will understand where I’m at and some won’t. The idea is we need to give people their space. I’m thankful I’ve had my time when I was a superwoman.

At least this time in my life has come about later in life. My heart goes out to those who are young and are going through the winter of their life in their spring or summertime.

Ecclesiastes 1:

3  What profit hath a man of all his labour which he taketh under the sun?

One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth forever.

5  The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose.

6  The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits.

7  All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again. 8  All things are full of labour; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.