"You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream."
C. S. Lewis
You may recall earlier I introduced you to Tommy, the community cat that adopted M and me. He has a penchant for being mauled by something or other...who knows. (However, the other night a friend called telling us she'd seen a big armadillo strolling through our yard...a hit man?)
After failing to appear for too long...whoops, he came dragging up w/a huge hunk out of his forehead plus one eye swollen shut. He'd have no part in treatment and drug himself away after eating a tad aka very little. My compassion level was going off the charts but there was nothing we could do...takes some co-operation on his part.
His demise always seems imminent to us when...oops, here he comes again. I'm convinced this tom has at least nine lives. He just keeps on keeping on. I've been treating him to some turkey and Ensure...we'll see! Maybe he's a con cat, you think? Only goal he seems to have is adding another girlfriend to his whiskers!
I've decided he has nine lives...people? On earth I have just one...'bout all I can handle...it's heavy.
According to Garfield he thinks we get heavier as we get older, not because we're fat but because we have so much more information in our heads. So...since my head can't hold any more the rest of me is filled up! Now, that makes me more intelligent! Ta-Dah.
Yeah, sometimes I really wonder what my head is full of...lots of trivia. I have no trouble putting trivia in it...but when it comes to important things I stagger. I'm trying to do better...think I'm making a little headway...step at a time! Concentration isn't exactly my forte (okay, just 'cause I look like I'm concentrating doesn't mean I really am)...for awhile I even tho't I was multi-tasking; now I wonder!
"If you want to live a happy life,
tie it to a goal
not to people or things."
Albert Einstein
I've lived life w/o goals...nothing in particular. I always wanted to be a wife and a mother...didn't exactly plan to have four babies in such a short time (some people tho't I was permanently pregnant...finally fooled them) but things worked well. Those four grew to manhood as seemingly well adjusted adults...whew! Thank you, God.
As a 'sort of nomad' I've not been much to tie goals to people and things. For a long time I hadn't any 'close or life-long' friends...and things? Ha, our constant moving didn't lend itself to 'things'...when the military moves you they aren't exactly sentimental and appreciate people paring down.
Oh boy, Michael was a transportation officer and moving was in his resume...trust me, we set a good example...M to wife..."Vasca, you cannot move that junk, no way!" What he didn't know didn't hurt him, right?
Oh boy, Michael was a transportation officer and moving was in his resume...trust me, we set a good example...M to wife..."Vasca, you cannot move that junk, no way!" What he didn't know didn't hurt him, right?
Our Sunday night 'small group' is beginning the study "Experiencing God"...M and I study together which seems to be working well. And I am honestly and pleasantly surprised at myself!
I admit that previously...like for several years...M was reading different things to me, while? I was coffee-ing up, while? I making breakfast, while? I intermittently worked puzzles (among other things) on the computer...not good.
He still reads our daily things and then, after we finish breakfast, it's time to open our 'Experiencing God' workbooks (we each have one). And wonder of wonders, I am magically transformed into a 100% active/attentive participant. I've even caught him making a few mis-steps! (And he thinks I don't pay attention? Woohoo! Got'cha Michael).
By the way, I'm now paying attention to all of what M's reading to me...so much so that I caught my computer glaring at me...feeling neglected are we, HP? Get used to it! Whack.
Tell you what...experiencing God in my life is even better than Tom Bodett and Motel 6 leaving the light on for me!
From my heart...to yours,
Vasca
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