TODAY I HAVE A MESSAGE

Today I would be speaking publicly about my life story – my entire life story up to the present moment: only Bob ever knew my entire story, so this was a very big step for me.

And it wasn’t as hard as anticipated.

I was up at 6 A.M. … and out the door by 8 A.M.

Sparkly 'Gentle' for brow, & 'Winner' for eyelid; Glittery Green for eye 'liner'; Auburn Eyebrow Gel & Deep Green Mascara

I treated myself to breakfast to settle the stomach juices 😉

There were three speakers; our messages dove-tailed beautifully as we spoke Butterfly Language 😊

I spoke twice – to two different audiences.

And surprisingly … it was relatively easy to let go of past emotions tied to my past life. It was easy because love filled the room 😊

BUSY DAY IN 2 COUNTIES ~ No Lamb in Sight

I needed to go downtown for some batteries, so I did that – after I set the garbage bins out for tomorrow’s pick up.

It was supposed to be a quick trip downtown.

I didn't get fancy with my appearance.

After I bought the batteries, I thought I’d drive into Castle Rock and grab a few salads to round out my meals.

As I neared Castle Rock, I heard the talking head on the radio say, “It appears March has come in like a Lamb, and will go out like a Lamb”. I burst out laughing, envisioning a rampaging lamb – I don’t know where that fella was speaking from; but I can tell you that in these parts, a March Lion has been tearing things up, with some pretty schizoid weather.

There hasn’t been a Lamb in sight …

March's feisty 'lamb'.

When I got to Castle Rock, and was in Select Market thinking what type of salads to bring home … I got to thinking of all the tasty salad dressings I could whip up using any of the collected recipes I have gathered over the decades: so, I came home with 3 plastic containers of various salad greens - they’ll do until my own garden starts pumping out salad greens 😉

Heading back home, I turned off Westside Highway onto Delameter Road; it has been a while since I’ve used that crossover road. I was hoping the road construction had moved past the gravel stage … but if it was still a dusty/muddy mess, I’d tough the rough ride out – the car is filthy anyway until the rains settle down, and it can get washed (hopefully in April).

Delameter Road to Heron Pointe. 16 min's (9.6 miles).

Driving along Delameter, I was glad to see there was no more gravel: but I was not glad to see what has been done with that lovely country drive. The road has been raised significantly in places; a hay strewn mud wall rises on one side, guardrails are placed statically, and ugly metal bar-cement bridges have been put over culvert drainage ditches.

The whole thing really hurt my eyes: the drive used to be relaxing, and pretty.

Now, it is some ‘educated’ eco-freak’s urban eye-sore.

Delameter Road has been raised - and the scenery has been ruined, too.

No more gravel ... but the guardrails and cement culvert bridges look ugly.

A little further on, another ugly sight assaulted my vision.

A tiny patch of forest had been logged – and again, some ‘educated’ eco-freak’s idea is messing up the view.

Logging going on up Delameter - small patch; probably a private log sale.

I don’t have a problem with logging … I married a logger in 1974 – and Bob was born into/raised in a logging family. I appreciate loggers.

But I do have a problem with educated idiots forcing their idea of utopia on us: those raised logging litter pyramids are an eye-sore – and wildfire tinder. The litter pyramids are ridiculous; and serve no logical reason, other than to soothe the egomaniac’s {reasoning}.

I was glad to put Delameter Road behind me when I reached the end of it.

And that was a sad thought ☹: Delameter used to be a nice country cross-over drive.

After I got home, and put the salad greens in the ‘fridge, it was about 11 AM: so, I got to thinking it was still early in the day … and I hadn’t been to Eden Valley yet this year; so, I put together some flower urns with Spring theme flower arrangements for Bob’s Grandparent’s plot, and his Father plot – and took some Spring flowers along, to put on our plot, replacing those I had placed in the Fall.

Off I went.

The day was young.

The weather was favorable.

Eden Valley has always soothed me.

Eden Valley Cemetery from Heron Pointe. 59 min. (46.6 mi)

When I got to our plot, I saw again, that everything had been scattered; I picked up the upended flower pot and solar lamp. It’s kinda disheartening when I see the floral arrangements I make up/set in place, strewn around I tatters.

Glancing around the cemetery perimeters, I could see that stormy weather had caused a lot of damage to the sentinel trees standing along the borders.

It looks like storm chaos blew through.

Several trees were 'topped', and broken limbs lay all around the premises.

The poor bedraggled trees and shrubs need pruning.

Everywhere was evidence of March tearing through like a lion: there was no evidence there has been a gentle lamb passing through …

Everyone else’s plots looked bright and cheery – but the people who place the arrangements live in the Valley, and can stay on top of the blowsy situations … I do not, so it is discouraging to always be picking up scattered remnants of the arrangements I lovingly make to honor those I have loved/those who have loved me.

I brought the flower pot and tattered flowers home; and I’ll take the lovely arrangements I made this afternoon back when the weather has settled down, and they may actually stay in place.

Driving back home, I was startled to see – and feel – the highway sliding away near the Transfer Station turnout.

Highway sliding near top of KM.

Is the whole KM area falling apart?

March’s Lamb must have bypassed this area, too.

If the County gets to fixing this stretch of road, that will put a real pinch in travel between neighboring towns; there is no close alternate route that would connect Skamokawa with Graysriver: KM Mountain is {it}.

I hate the Astoria-Megler Bridge, which would be the only alternate route available if/when the road patchwork is done.

That would be a very long alternate route to Graysriver.

Wahkiakum County

There are logging roads that tie-in; but those rough roads are gated to the public because of morons that have dumped garbage … and bodies … on isolated logging roads. The logging roads would be good alternates because they are pretty (rough, but pretty scenic); but garbage and dead bodies would not be pleasant to see along the route.

And most people, driving cars, want paved alternate routes.

Coming off KM Mountain, I noticed a computer update on the car’s dashboard: {power mode} is a new thing that wasn’t there earlier – and it is apparently “off”, and I was not understanding what needed to be done to turn it “on”. I didn’t even know what it is for. So … I drove straight through Longview, to Dick Hannah’s in Kelso.

I don't know what 'power mode' is ... or why it's 'off'; so drove to Dick Hannah's when I reached Longview.

MAP Cowlitz County

Dick Hannah in Kelso from Ocean Beach Highway, Longview. 13 mins.

The Power Mode purpose never was explained to me – but the fella there did turn it on 😉

Leaving Dick Hannah’s, I decided to stop in at the Chef’s Store Warehouse Foods, and grab some halibut – I am sticking to my weight loss agenda 😊

While I was there, I grabbed some sea scallops too.

I like fish meals – Bob didn’t.

But now, there is just my taste buds to please … so, I came home with halibut, sea scallops, and cleaned-filleted-razor clams 😉

Stopped at Chef's Store on the way home and got some Sea Scallops for my WW Meals.

SPENDY, but worth it.

This week is Holy Week observances of the Last Supper … leading up to Good Friday, and Resurrection Sunday.

I am so glad that the insanity of the demonrat obamanites cannot seriously affect my life. I live in this world, that is true … but I do not love this world; therefore, I am not bound by the raging insanity of the obamanite lawlessness.

I am thankful for the scenic beauty of Yeshua’s created world: but, I know that it will some day go up in flames – to be replaced with a new world, and a beauty that will never fade.

I am thankful for my life: but, I know that eventually this body will die, and my spirit will be housed in a new body – like the one Bob’s spirit now resides in; a body that will never know pain, or age.

I am thankful that I gave birth … and welcomed 4 grandchildren into our family network; but, I know the children and grandchildren are individuals that have to make their own decision concerning Elohei. I love them, but I do not love them more than Yeshua. Bob understood this – the children/grandchildren do not; they do not want to understand. They do not acknowledge Elohim. They do not want to know Yeshua. They reject the Ruach Ha’Kodesh. Elohei is foreign to them … and they hate me for being a Christian.

They have chosen the world, and everything that is of the world.

When my time here on Earth comes to an end, I want to be where Yeshua, and Bob are.

Mahalia Jackson – “When I Wake Up In Glory” (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lw4GMsTrwhE)

Mahalia Jackson – “Walk All Over God’s Heaven” ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NSq9tvwM5_c)

My whole life – since I was 8 years old – has been built around my love for Yeshua and his devotion to me; I cannot allow my love for anything or anyone committed to living for this world and what this world has to offer, to override my love for Yeshua; I will remain faithful and true to Yeshua.

He is my heart’s desire.

He is my Salvation.

He is the Lover of my soul.

He is my Husband.

( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iPpV1Wcsgk0)

WEIGHTY SHABBAT

 

I noticed some cracks in the ceiling around the kitchen skylight this morning; the weight of the recent snowfall had made itself felt. Snow had piled up on the skylights before the rain melted it off and away - the wet, icy, 9" weight was heavy - I actually heard the cracking when it happened. But I did not know where the sound originated from until this morning:

Most serious looking crack. Kitchen skylight.

The cracks concerned me.

I don’t like the castle compromised.

I reached for Bob’s phone (which I inherited): snapped a few pictures of the damaged areas … and jetted them off in a text to a friend; who happens to work in the realtor business, and asked her if the cracks were an immediate concern – or could they wait a bit to be attended to?

Bob would have known … but I don’t know; and my friend gave me good information concerning my questions (1) have someone look at the situation – in this case, the original roofers that replaced the roofing tiles when we bought this house in the summer of 2017 (2) contact our homeowner’s policy holder if there is storm damage; insurance will cover the repair expenses if I need to have things repaired.

So, that is what I did.

And the roofing company got back to me speedily 😊

A fella dropped by an hour later to check my humble castle’s roof …

Jason arrived to check roof for snow eight damages; he did a thorough check outside - and inside. No exterior damages; only interior cosmetic damages.

He said everything looked fine on the roof (no leakage issues); and the skylight was secure – it will not collapse onto my head. The skylight itself was not damaged. All the ceiling cracks need is cosmetic plaster patchwork: a noteworthy weighty widowhood learning curve.

I can do that 😊

Not me, personally; but I can hire someone to do that.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief, thanked him, and was settling comfortably into the cushy recliner … when I received a text.

A worrisome text:

So, I reached for the phone again, and called The Dick Hannah Office in Vancouver to inquire about the snafu.

I need the car!

I can’t afford to replace it, if the text message was for real.

The girl on the other end of the air waves checked my vin number against any recalls the Office had received and told me my car was not listed. Then she said, that the Office had “accidentally” mailed out a batch of texts like the one I had received (so it was “the real deal” from the real Office); but it wasn’t accurate: she said she’d been fielding calls all morning from other worried patrons, and was “sorry for any inconvenience”.

INCOVENIENCE????

WHY would the Office DO something like that?

HOW could something like that even happen?

Assured my car was fine, I thanked her, ended the call … and prayed to God nothing else would put a kink in my ‘island of rest’ day.

It’s 8:32 PM here, and everything has gone smoothy since noon. 

I’m gonna kick back, sip a little bit of wine, and let the weight of the day slide off 😊

Shalom!

I’M BACK ~ And Not A Minute Too Soon

As those of you who have been reading my Blog every day know … the window shade in the back room came down, Sunday morning – practically on my head (but for quick thinking); and yesterday I bought this cute little red drill to help me in getting it back up.

A few minutes ago, I stopped procrastinating ... and got to work :-)  

I took my step-stool-ladder into the back room; then gathered my charged drill (inserted drill bit required; practiced insert-withdraw feature: no pun intended), yellow plastic screw anchors (to stabilize screws in the compromised drywall), hammer (to tap anchors in place; prayed I would not tap too hard causing plaster damage) … and my compromised confidence (that seemed to have flown when Bob’s spirit left Earth) … and walked all this back to the back room, too.

Armed with my little red cutie, I took a deep breath and stepped up …

This is the bracket Bob put up in the summer of 2017.

It snapped the other day.

Broken bracket that needed replaced.

I handled my little drill like a pro; and the screws came out without causing wall damage  ;-) 

And I whooped with joy when I saw that Bob had had foresight.

THANK YOU, BABE!

I had thought I'd need to slip these things into place once I retrieved the screws from the broken bracket ...

I did not have to replace the screw anchors; and I didn’t cry when I saw Bob’s mark on the wall. My nose did burn – but the tears did not flow.

The newer bracket did not match up 'exactly' – so, I just switched screws and "got 'er done".

Brackets switched out. 

I did it! (((I))) D.I.D.I.T.

Blind back in place.

Thank YOU, Yeshua! The quick-fix-sheet curtain will come down; and the valance will go back up.

I was practically dancing on the top tier of my little step-stool-ladder. 

I felt like my old self.

Actually ... I DID feel like my old self.

I had been locked in a brain fog for 24 months, missing Bob – but, I’m back on track now.

I can feel ((((all)))) of ME returning. I gave myself a few mental high-5's ... not too prideful, but a little but prideful ;-)

I am glad the old me is returning - I've missed Me.

I'M ALREADY DONE WITH 2021

Oy vey!

What a day. 

2021 has barely started; and already I am done with it.

I should have known the day following the hurricane wind off the river that hurled the wreath off the front door, would be just as tempestuous.

Christmas Wreath that was blown off the front door last night.

January 3rd. MOD Solitaire Game – Layout & play as a regular game: 1 ct. – face up; 2 ct. – 1 face down, 1 up; 3 ct. – 2 face down, 1 up; 4 ct. – 3 face down, 1 up; 5 ct. – 4 face down, 1 up; 6 ct. – 5 face down, 1 up; 7 ct. – 6 face down, 1 up; 8 ct. – 7 face down, 1 up.

When my eyes greeted the early morning this morning, I had thought to go hiking around noon; there was an open window of clear weather (no rain) between 12’noon – 4 PM.

But I collected the mail first.

I should have gone hiking first.

Amongst the bills was the AT/T bill – I needed to run into town and get that squared away before doing anything else. The other bills can be paid tomorrow; but AT/T needs to be paid pronto.

Into town I went to pay it at the town Office.

AT/T has implemented a new routine.

The routine is ridiculous … and unnecessary: it’s political game playing.

Apple Inc., is a demonrat company.

Demonrats are playing god with people’s lives: Apple, Inc., is playing the demonrat covid game.

AT/T ridiculousness.

Nothing about the tyrannical mandates makes any sense.

NO sense at all.

And every week … there is some new ridiculous nonsense we are all expected to dance to: just “because”.

WHY is it {necessary} to make people wait half an hour between every half an hour to be admitted through the door?

Pure bullshit.

It’s really stupid.

The people following these nonsensical “rules” can’t even tell you why the rules are in place – or why they are adhering to them … while obeying to them.

The Grim Reaper will collect; mask or no mask.

It’s not even about the mask anymore.

It’s just dictatorial governor bullshit. 

No rhyme … no reason.

Mandates are just illegal day wasters.

The employees at the downtown Office never know what the hell they are doing.

Ever.

They just aimlessly mill around, looking stupid, and acting like programmed robots.

Most of you reading my Blog, will remember the year-long hassle I had with AT/T in 2019: months after notifying the downtown Office of Bob’s passing, and subsequently having his Name removed from the phone contract, and my Name replacing his as sole owner of the phone. Despite that, they kept double-billing me, and giving me a ration of shit everytime I went in there to get the issue cleared up. FOR A SOLID YEAR! They kept blowing me off, and did all they could to continue collecting payment from a dead man – double billing. It continued until I threatened to sic a Lawyer on them … and had the Financial Person from our Bank contact the AT/T mucky muck, pinning her to the wall with notifications of my payments: on time, full amount due on MY BILL/Bob’s account having been closed out before the end of December 2018.

And now, this new line of wrangling bullshit.

Under the guise of the demonrat covid-19 golden goose.

If you can’t get into the Office to pay your bill on time … you get hit with a hefty ‘late fee’. If the Office can drag the half hours waits out all day long – Apple makes money hand-over-fist.

AT/T jerks people around.

Tyrannical demonrat senators, governors, and mayors – with grand scheme aspirations … you have egotistical misfits with a Capital M.

After 45 minutes of sitting in my car, I finally walked through the Office door and leveled a stare at one employee … and the bill got paid.

Pulling out of the cursed parking lot, I decided to head the car’s nose towards Kalama, and grab some chinese food – I know that isn’t politically correct, but I know the business and the people: they are chinese, who are 100% American. Bob and I have been eating at the Lucky Dragon for decades. I have been hungering for chinese food for weeks … and now I can finally get out of the house, and out of town for a short 45 minute ‘round trip drive.

The employees there know me; they don’t treat me like a leper when I walk through their door.

I needed comforting after all that stress.

Getting back home had to be rerouted.

I had planned to nip in at Joanne’s Craft Store and grab some yarn for a new project, but crossing the bridge, I noticed a snafu unfolding in the lane I needed.

Someone in Kelso was having a worse day than I was.

A strobing warning ...

I took another route home … and nipped in at Hart C’s Thai Food to grab some Thai meals.

I usually pickup Thai food once a month … but missed out on that when I was laid up with sciatica and arthritis.

Bob and I have known the Vietnamese family for decades; we all became friends when they bought Hart C’s: we spent hours talking when we frequented the restaurant, and we watched other’s familes grow up. The family became legal citizens, and are 100% American. They get my money every month (1) because I love them (2) the food is yummy (3) they welcome me like family, when I walk through the door. They know me.

When I finally got home, I portioned out the meals into individual servings and got them tucked into the freezer … keeping out a portion for my evening Supper – and a few for the rest of the week.

Portioned out and frozen.

I cooked rice at home, for the Thai Curry Beef with Green Beans.

THAI food upfront - LUCKY DRAGON food in back; in the ‘fridge for this week’s Suppers. The bulk of meals were frozen.

Each purchased meal broke down into 3 or 4/1-serving containers: I’m good with “comfort foods” for a while 😉

I also relaxed with a solitaire game before bed …

January 4th. MOD Solitaire Game – Layout & play as a regular game: 1 ct. – face up; 2 ct. – 1 face down, 1 up; 3 ct. – 2 face down, 1 up; 4 ct. – 3 face down, 1 up; 5 ct. – 4 face down, 1 up; 6 ct. – 5 face down, 1 up; 7 ct. – 6 face down, 1 up; 8 ct. – 7 face down, 1 up.

The layout designs I’m creating is fun, and an interesting twist on the original layout 😊