I drove across town yesterday to meet my favorite boss and my doctor friend for lunch - only the doctor friend didn't show up. Sue, my boss, and I were disappointed, but we had a great lunch @ Lucille's BBQ. We waited about 20 minutes then I emailed him. Bless his heart, after we exchanged a few emails, he said his memory isn't so good anymore, and his calendar failed him. He was sad he didn't get to see us and missed us. This doctor's wife died in her sleep about 3 years ago, and I'm sure he is lonely. I love this man; when we worked together, he always had time to talk with me. I am fearful that he may not be able to make it, but I told him we will plan again in January to meet up. I always have him 'young' in my mind, as when we worked together. But I figure he has to be in his late 80's now. I hope we can meet up in January.
It was a nice visit with Sue, and we were able to catch up on a lot of things. She is not only my favorite boss, but I consider her also a very close friend. I can tell her anything, and she me, and know I won't be judged. Ironically, her husband retired years ago and he takes care of the house and cars (literally) while she works. We have that in common, plus, her husband is having a biopsy of his prostate on Tuesday this week. So there is that as well. She did mention that she may be retiring in 2026 or late 2025. They have completely remodeled their beautiful home, new appliances, new counters/cabinets, and new floors, new bathrooms - and they pay cash for it all. They got out of debt years ago doing the Dave Ramsey method. Her husband saves them lots of money by doing things himself, rather than hiring someone, but the remodel needed someone with knowledge of what they were doing. They are good people and willing to help anyone. She has walked me through many trials and struggles these past 30+ years.
I brought my leftovers from lunch home, which hubby quickly devoured. When I got off work, he said that he wasn't hungry - and I wasn't that much - so we both just snacked instead of me trying to find something to fix for dinner. I crochet'd and we watched 3 movies on Up Faith and Family. He slept through some of the last one, but it was getting late, for us. 'Slept in' until about 5AM or so this morning. Would have loved just laying in bed, but once I'm awake, I have to get up. That was our boring evening. But I did get a lot done on my project. And that's a good thing.
I did talk with my boss about this upcoming Thursday Thanks/Christmas party the top executive assistant of our division is pulling together. I have struggled from the very beginning, as I think I have mentioned in here. I don't want to go. It's downtown. I've tried to think of excuses/reasons why, and I don't have a real one. AND, they 'assigned' me turkey, dressing, and giblet gravy to make and take. Yes, I agreed when they asked, cause I was going to make myself go. But the more I have thought about it, the more of a struggle I am having. So I talked with my boss yesterday. She said I didn't have to go. And, if I need a project or something that was critical to keep me from going, she would give me something. But I told her that it would fall back on her, so it's better I just let God orchestrate a reason for me not to go. And the only reason is I would have to drive downtown. I've been there 3 times, perhaps; never driving myself. I don't have clearance to take the elevator as this building has tight security and each floor has its own badge code. I don't even have clearance to park in the parking lot! I don't know my way around on any of the floors. I think the company is on the sixth floor. I just don't want to go. And now that I have permission that I don't have to, I'm praying that nothing bad happens, but that there will be an adequate reason why I can't go. I did go in to the list and changed the turkey, dressing, and giblet gravy to a 7 layer salad. If I get questioned about it, I will tell them that it was just too much work to do and get downtown by 11AM plus continue to work cause I am not taking a day off for this! . I can make the salad the night before. And I will make one; just in case I feel guilty at no real reason not to go. And the 'funny' part? If it was in my former location, I would go. In fact, in December, I will be making three trips down there, I think. One a town hall, one a division Christmas potluck, and one a department party. But I'm comfortable with that drive and location. That stress has been somewhat relieved. I have a white elephant gift and my Christmas socks too.
Today is the first Saturday of the month so I have Needles of Hope this morning. And I'm thinking a little about not going - although I need to, just to get out of the house and be with friends. I don't talk much there either, but I can get good coffee and a breakfast sandwich at Panera @ Metro as that is where we meet at now. The good coffee is worth it, as is being with people who love and accept me as I am. I need to figure out what to take to work on. Maybe just a new skein of yarn and start a new blanket. I need to figure out what blankets I want to take to donate too. I have a stack, but some that I really like I keep for future generations in my family. My mother had given me 3 baby blankets she had made to give to my grandchildren and great-grandchildren. I've given them all away so now I'm making and they will eventually go to each of my children to pass on to their grandchildren or great grandchildren when I can no longer make them.
It makes me think of the little t-shirts that I passed on to my children. I can't remember if I had two or three of them. But the little wrap around t-shirts were worn by their grandfather, their father, and they also wore them home from the hospital. Yeah, we women tend to hang on to some things and pass them down the line. I know my oldest son wore it home and got one, and I know my daughter wore it home from the hospital and I think she got it. I don't know if either have managed to save it and will pass it on down their family line. I can't worry about it. Traditions and sentiment doesn't go down the line very far. Things that I have treasured and saved for years - will be trashed once I'm gone. And that's why I write in here about some things. So that you will know there is a story about them.
Maybe I need to start thinking of specific things and sharing my thoughts and feelings about them. Some are just 'things', and barely need mentioning. But, specific things I may need to let people know why I have them, or why I have kept them all these years. I have quilts my grandmother made by hand from her aprons and my grandfather's shirts. I have quilts my mother made. I think I have passed afghans my mother made to each of my children. If one doesn't have it, I do have one that they can have. It's up in the closet. Reminds me I have one quilt that I received from mother's stash after she died. Because I can sew, I got the one that needed repaired. But it is still out in the garage, and I still haven't repaired it. I probably should repair it so that it doesn't get thrown away. I have a punch bowl that my mother made out of ceramics. It's out in the garage gathering dust. I don't really entertain anymore. And now I'm rambling.
Isaiah 55:8 (NKJV): "For My thoughts are not your thoughts, nor are your ways My ways", says the Lord.
Thoughts. I have plenty of them, don't I? And sometimes, like today, all I have done is ramble on about different things. Does any mean anything? I guess it does; it is the sharing of my life and who I am, I am guessing. This blog is also a biography of my life, wouldn't you say? Not many books have that - where you can follow along over the years and know what one thought about one thing or another. I know that my thoughts are futile; God's thoughts are always better than mine. I just wish I would sit still long enough that I would hear His voice. I have heard God speak to me. And it was always words of love. I'm sure I've forgotten many times, and I'm sure I've written them in here at one time or another. I love it when God speaks His thoughts to me, for they are always so much better than mine. When was the last time you heard Him speak to you? He does it in different ways. Are you listening? Are you paying attention? Lord, forgive us for letting the world distract us from You.
One of my granddaughters may come over today and help me learn how to make bread from a starter. It's a mixture of flour and water and I think yeast, that ferments and over time you can make sourdough bread and other things with it. I have recipes to make bread, but not from a starter. I want to make breads for Christmas gifts. I know, when do I have time for new projects! Oh how I wish I had more time to devote to things I enjoy! But even more than baking the breads, I get to spend time with this granddaughter and be a part of her life. That is priceless.
I've rambled on enough this morning. Need to finish up here and get ready to head out the door for Needles of Hope. I may even put makeup on. LOL I'm one of 'those' people who don't care whether I have makeup on or not. My sister says she won't even go to her mailbox without fixing her hair and putting makeup on. LOL Me, I don't care. Makeup doesn't really change how I look that much, but it does cover up the old age spots that seem to be popping out on my face! THOSE make me feel old! LOL Lord, please give me strength to get through today. I feel weary and worn.
And with that - I pray that you have a blessed day; one that is filled with love and joy and warm memories.
Blessings!
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