NO RHYME OR REASON. JUST PASSING THOUGHTS : some positive , some negative , and some for you to decide…………….
—–Highway construction warnings : orange and white barrels that I wish I owned stock in.
—–Neighbors we count on even though they are ” over the hill and through the woods “. Roy and Jan Holland come to mind as do Harold and Susan Harbin.
—–People who don’t reply to SERIOUS/IMPORTANT emails , phone calls , or texts ( even when asked ).
—–Amenities that give us quality of life : electricity, gas , refrigeration, furnace, air conditioning, dishwasher, microwave, television, computer, and on and on. We tend to forget.
—–Sick or evil ? Forever the question.
—–Those who respond when the chips are down : Mike Smith ( Eric and Chad ) ; Ronnie Floyd and crew ; Lavonia Animal Hospital ( Pat, Jason, and Kim ) ; Ken Carter ; Beth Spears; Eddie Bowman; Lauren Bruce , to name a few . There are others, of course.
—–Memories of times long gone.
—–What hometown churches have meant to me : First Methodist, my spiritual home ; First Baptist, my friend ; First Presbyterian, my family history. Each, in its own way, has lifted me up.
—–SPAM and SCAM and HACKS, all that intrude on my privacy.
—–St. Mary’s Sacred Heart Hospital, a place of compassion and healing in our own neighborhood.
—–King brothers’ acres and acres on Hwy. 77, blessing us all with seasons of the year and of life : planting, harvesting, dying and rebirth . There’s a sermon there.
—–High school sweethearts who become forever lovers.
—–Preachers who understand that Christianity runs deeper than church on Sunday.
—–Bubblegum – colored petunias.
—–City worker Eddie Fulbright , who is everywhere, all the time, making Lavonia a better place.
—–Information as power……….dangerous when abused.
—–The love of a good dog.
—–Sheriffs Stevie Thomas and Hugh Roach (RIP) who never , EVER , let me down when I was an administrator at Franklin County High School.
—– “To whom much is given, much is required “. ( Luke )
……………………………………………..Are you thinkin’ , too ?????………………………………….
Gentle rain on a garden that needs it…
Across the road neighbors that watch our place when we’re gone…
Paved roads and vehicles that travel faster than a horse…
Grandparent nicknames from honest toddlers..
More good than bad.
Thank you, Diane…
What lovely thoughts ! I so appreciate your reading my meanderings and responding. When it comes up, it comes out. Wonderful therapy, for sure.
I miss you. I worry about our church. My roots run deep.
If you’re ever bored for 20 minutes, go to Mount Vernon Presbyterian Church on May 7th and critique our oldest grandchild’s most recent sermon. Isaac Toney , Associate Pastor.
Blessings on you and yours
A friend who would take a beleaguered superintendent into her home on random evenings and give her popcorn, wine, and a listening ear.
What special memories. And that road runs both ways !
Miss you and looking forward to seeing you in a couple of weeks.
The base of the highway construction orange and white barrels appears to be half of a truck tire recycled. Making something useful from something discarded is the best use of a problematic material (old tires). Keep writing and we will continue to follow your thoughts.
Interesting ! Never thought about it. They are just being used all over the place, so whoever has stock in the company is likely prosperous. Not me, though……
Thanks for reading and responding. Have a good weekend.
I remember coming to your house one morning before school on an errand of mercy for a dying dog, and passing in the hall at school a short time later. Only in a small town!
And how well I remember that very day ! That was our Opie, who could no longer breathe from his heart condition. You, Byron, and I sat on the living room floor while you helped Opie cross over. Sad, but precious, memories. So grateful for the friendship………