I woke up this morning with the need to walk some steam off. I was still upset about Friday’s upset.
And Genesis 14:23 popped into my thoughts: But
Abraham replied to the king of Sodom, “I have raised my hand to the Lord God Most
High, Creator of Heaven and Earth – that I will not accept even a thread,
or a strap of a sandal, or anything that belongs to you – lest you should
say, ‘I have enriched Abram.’”
I knew I would be returning the bag of cotton yarn I was ceremoniously
(with a great deal of show from carl and ruth) given in
April with an attitude that transmitted, “look at us, we are giving this
poor widow what we no longer want. God is so proud of us”.
It’s actually comical the
way silly people seem to think that they are doing widows a huge favor by
clearing their freezers of freezer-burned meats they won’t eat, clearing
closets of outdated clothing they won’t wear, and passing out items they are
not wanting as they do Spring Cleaning.
I’m not a rich widow – but I’m
doing okay, financially: I can buy my own food, clothing, yarns … and I know
how to budget for extras like dental appointments, car maintenance, and occasional
daytrips out of town. Elohim has favored me with an income that satisfies, and
a rationally functioning brain, that helps me with my limited budget.
The bag of cotton yarn has
been sitting in the closet because I have no reason to use it … and I’ve been
busy with other projects.
In the wake of Friday’s catty remarks and catty attitude, I cannot in good conscious keep the yarn – and I can cut the strings of sticky indebtedness without a qualm. I could already hear carl and ruth’s pity-me complaints about me, now that I will no longer be attending that fellowship: “ … I don’t know why she’d so upset; we didn’t do anything. And for her to treat us like this after we gave her that big bag of cotton yarn!”
I had been walking the
Pacific Way Trail, thinking on that Genesis passage that had been dropped into
my thoughts earlier in the morning, and sipping a coffee for about half an hour
when my phone rang: Pam was asking me to go walking with her out at Willow
Grove – so, I backtracked to the Highlander, picked her up, and walked the
Willow Grove Trail.
It was a pleasant walk with
pleasant company – laughter lightened the gray, overcast day; my mental gears
had been shifted 😉
I saw some cute umbrella-tents
set up on the beachfront.
We watched a tugboat push a
container upriver.
Afterwards, we went back to
her house and enjoyed berry flavored smoothies on her front patio. The spotty sunshine
played peek-a-boo, but the day was relatively warm anyway, with the elevated
humidity: I didn’t need a jacket this morning 😊
My body, spirit, and soul
had been rejuvenated, refreshed, and uplifted.
Gears had been shifted 😊
Genesis 14:23 was still
pricking my thoughts.
When I got back home, I
grabbed the bag of cotton yarn spools out of the closet – labeled it – and placed
it in the car to be dropped off for the catty cat; I am not going to be
indebted to my tormentor. That’s what she wants … that is how carl
and ruth operate: they come on all nice and ‘helpful’, then they start
running your life and expecting you to be thankful for their generosity.
I don’t need, nor do I want, that kind of attitude in my life!
With {friends}
like these two poison pills, you don’t need enemies.
carl is not my husband: he
does not get to tell me what to do, how to live, who to associate with, or where
to be at any given time during the week. He does not get to have any input
into MY life, at all – at any time, on any topic.
ruth is not my blood sister:
she does not know anything at all about my personal life (past, present, or
future = she was not there 24/7/365); smoking weed with my parents, drinking
beer with my parents, playing cards with them – and hiring me as babysitter for
her undisciplined brats for a limited time in the 1970’s (of course
neither she nor carl “remember” any of this), does not give her license
to assume she can speak for me about anything concerning MY life!
These two sanctimonious
morons know nothing about me at all, except we lived in the same small river
town in the 1970’s.
I have never liked them – I do
not consider them friends; they are not even really acquaintances. I had … and I
have … as little contact with them as possible. They are so full of themselves,
that they are not pleasant people to be around. Neither are their three sons.
So, I will be returning the
catty cat’s backhanded {gift}. I refuse to be indebted to them.
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