Early fall of 2018 Mrs. Katie and Little Miss Homemaker were very blessed with a sweet visit in the home of Dustin and Janet Morgan and children, a family who is certainly keeping pioneer heritage alive. They live Continue reading “The Whistling Woodsman and His Family”
Packing up and Heading Out
The summer of 2018 will be remembered as packing up and heading out, or at least preparing to head out.
So much preparation went into preparing the house for the auction that Mr. Patient and I just Continue reading “Walking in June and July 2018”
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Red flags are usually meant to indicate danger, warnings of impending harm or damage to people or property. As I sit on the Emerald Coast of Florida this morning I can’t help but notice the stiffly flying red flag which warns folks about the rough Gulf waves. I also can’t help but enjoy the oddly Continue reading “Red Flags”
It’s true. The time has come for Mr. Patient and me to put our money where our mouths are. For the love of Pete, put up or shut up.
Maybe I need to backtrack a bit for our new friends. Well, as you read in post: “Loss and Gain” we had a revelation, if you will, in June of 2017. You might wish to read that post as a prelude to this one.
You see, when Mr. Patient lost his job of 18 years to an overseas buy-out in 2009 our family of five went through quite an interesting season of unemployment, under-employment and self-employment. Some time I’ll write about that but for now I’ll skip over the life lessons we learned during that season of life. I’ll just say that we had decided Continue reading “Put Up or Shut Up”
Mrs. Edna from my childhood days would’ve said those ladies had diarrhea-of-the-mouth.
This is the lunch counter where it happened, where I learned a lesson about myself. You see, friends, I am on a journey. And I’m not talking about going up to Virginia and loving the mountains, although that is such a glorious journey that I am ready to take any ole time! I’m talking about a healing journey. I’m learning a lot about myself and trying to listen to the Lord’s lessons.
After my son and I ordered coffee and I was rewarded with hearing how I should not allow him to drink coffee, the counter attendant and a customer inquired about our reasons for being in their town–the second oldest in Tennessee. I explained that my son JonBoy and I were on our way to meet the Waltons’ John Boy, Richard Thomas, in Schuyler, Virginia.
With our coffee the attendant served up, “Well, that’s the LEAST of my worries–meeting Richard Thomas!” Then the customer who was apparently a friend of the attendant-waitress began a discussion about Continue reading “Blue Ridge and Diarrhea-of-the-mouth”