I had a topic I wanted to share this morning. Again, as before, I disected what I wanted to share, and how I wanted to share it. I had a topic, an outline... and I was ready. This morning.... the mind is blank. Again. What's up with that?
Yesterday was a good day. After my quiet time, I walked 1.6 miles on the treadmill.t I'm trying hard to keep up on doing something every day. Of course my brother beat me - again - he walked 5 miles. We track them on a tracker and then share the information with each other. He wants to do 8 miles by the end of the month. He has the time to do that; I don't, unless I use a weekend. Will see. Found out one of the rec centers has a walking track and I hope to go check it out today. It's much easier to just walk than it is to stand on a treadmill. But a treadmill is still better than nothing to get you to walk and move.
We were invited to breakfast by our granddaughter to join them and her parents to celebrate her birthday. We hadn't been to the Hash Kitchen before. It is a little pricey by a few dollars, but still doable for a treat. I had a vegetable fritatta, trying to stay within my diet plan. It was huge, and I could eat only perhaps half of it. In fact, no one ate their entire meal. They all got to go boxes! Their pancakes even are huge! As a birthday celebration, they brought our granddaughter a cannoli donut, which she shared with all of us. What is really cool - if I drank them - they have a Bloody Mary bar! Seriously! You can have them build your own Bloody Mary. If you like those. I make the mock Bloody Mary - without the vodka - and it tastes just like a real one - seriously! It is good. Never saw a place have something like that - it was cool to look at. We all enjoyed our food and there were huge servings.
Later in the day I got my hair cut and colored. He cut 3-4 inches off, and because he had layered it before, it kind of evened it out more. I like it much better one length. Won't do layers again; I still have some, but they will grow out. Which reminds me... he told me a story that made me laugh - and cringe.
Our precious Sheeba was given to a friend of his. We have know of this friend for years, but had never met him before he came over and took Sheeba. He has been so good to her and she is being well taken care of. She has a fenced back yard in which she can run in. She has a doggie door so she can go in and out. And he takes her out for a two mile walk every morning. Well, he wanted to start leaving her out of the crate and let her roam the house while he wasn't home. The very first day, he comes home from work and finds chewed up paper all over the house. He couldn't figure it out at first.... until he walked into the front room where he had left his Bible after his quiet time that morning. Sheeba had pulled out and chewed nearly every page out of his Bible! I saw a photo yesterday of Sheeba with her head laying on what was left of the Bible, with her eyes looking up as if to say.... I was bad. I laughed because the comment he posted with it was "the Word got into Sheeba"... I miss her so much, I really do. But she has so much more there. I would love to see her, and we were invited to come see her anytime, but I don't want to confuse her.
As I sit here and think about what I just wrote, I remember telling hubby years ago that I wanted a SMALL dog, one that I could put up next to me and snuggle with. His comment was, "why can't you come sit on my lap and snuggle with me?" Sigh. He never would let me have a small dog. Oh well. Life goes on. No more dogs ... and he hates cats. I often told him that 'when I am alone.... I can have whatever I want!'.
A fun thing happened yesterday afternoon as well! A former boss, one that I went to work for back in January 1975, called me! I started out at this company working in customer service, and within three months, he had asked me to be the bookkeeper. I didn't have the training, but he took me under his wing and between he and the CPA, taught me so much! I ended up having several positions within that company. He left the company a few years later, but we remained friends, as did his son and I. I have sent him a birthday card every June 2nd all these years, and we have exchanged Christmas cards, although the last five years or so he hasn't sent any out. I called him this year, which I don't normally do. The time difference is always an issue for when I think of it, it is usually his lunch time or dinner time. I had left a voicemail, wishing him a happy birthday. Well, he called me yesterday. I asked how old he turned this year - and he laughed and didn't want to tell me. He is 98 years old - and he told me that he is still working and traveling. Not as much as he used to, of course. He left where we worked together and created his own company in Florida and he sold it off several years ago. He says now that he works as a consultant for these other companies. I believed him.
But then as I recalled late last night the conversation I had with his son shortly after.... I am wondering how true that is. The son told me that his dad does presentations in his sleep. The son, Michael, has a baby monitor in his dad's room so that he can keep an eye on him. Michael told me that he heard his dad talking one night so he got up to see who he was talking to. His dad was asleep - and giving a presentation in his sleep. Michael asked, "Dad, are you ok?", and my friend responded, "Shhh, Michael, I am in a meeting". LOL That made me laugh - but late last night I got to thinking about it. I'm wondering now if the traveling and working is only in his mind. At the age of 98, it could very well be. He still lives at home with his son, who makes sure he is cared for. I have so many fond memories of this man - one birthday he had I made for him a pistachio cake!
This man gave me something that I didn't have. He gave me confidence in myself and in my ability to do things. He and the CPA trained me to do what I needed to do for that company - and within 7 years, before I left, I became Secretary of the Corporation. I did all kinds of positions besides bookkeeper. I was became the credit manager, the HR representative; I did payroll, I worked with a Burroughs machine when we first opened...eventualy going to huge computers with very large discs that had to be backed up every night. I loved that job. And because of this man, I felt valued.
People come into our lives every day. How we speak to them; how we treat them, will either give them confidence, or it will tear them down. Be kind, watch your words. The life you touch can be changed by what you say and do.
Mark 12:29-31 (NKJV): Jesus answered him, "The first of all the commandments is: 'Hear, O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is one. And you shall love the Lord your God with all yur heart, with all your soul, with all your mind, and with all your strength.' This is the first commandment. And the second, like it, is this: 'You shall love your neighbor as yourself.' There is no other commandment greater than these.'"
So who is your neighbor? Whoever you come in contact with. Be kind.
Blessings!
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