BY THE SKIN OF MY TEETH

This afternoon was a mess of {‘just barley’s}.

The games of pool were fun – even if they were won by the skin of the teeth by everyone who played, and won.

I deliberately went later than usual because I wanted to give a listen to the live music without spending all day there.

I played for 1 hour; sometimes with interested partners (Roy & Ted) – we all won our games by the skin of our teeth. And for the first time, ever, I met someone (Ted), who kinda shots like I do. I have never met anyone before who can put a spin on a play like I can; it was interesting/fun/challenging.

If Bob was watching, I bet he was sitting on the edge of his cloud watching that player, just like I was.

Between the sets, there was laughter and joking - but the wins were hard won; for everyone.

I gave a listen to the live music … for 10 minutes; then intended to book for home.

But I was thwarted in the parking lot: I was trapped, and couldn’t escape.

TRAPPED at the LV Senior Center.

I wanted to get out of there before karaoke started.

I did not want to be trapped in karaoke hell. 

I sat in the car for a while, until the rain started in earnest; pounding on the roof of the car and becoming quite chilly with the dismal cloud cover and rainfall.

Dodging wet bullets that were pelting the uncovered pavement all around me, I ran back inside and played a few more rounds of pool: for another hour and a half.

And listened to the country singer droning on, and on, and on: and prayed the caterwauling would mercifully end.

Between games, I checked outside to see if a path had been cleared yet for me to make my escape.

The parking lot did not clear until the country music/dancing stopped.

These seniors take their country music very seriously.

I do not. 

But I had been stuck with it for an hour and a half. 

I can tolerate some country music – but I can't bear karaoke.

I never prayed so hard in my life for a break!

Finally, around 2 PM, I peeked out the door and noticed that there was a clear path for me to back out of the parking space my Highlander had been pegged to … and cruise smoothly past the pickup with the trailer hitch that had effectively trapped me in place.

((((THANK YOU, Yeshua!))))

And as I gathered my backpack purse, my jacket, and my book … I breathed out a heartfelt ‘thank you’, too, to those seniors who immediately left after the country droning stopped assaulting my ears – and the dance floor cleared.

I am not a fan of karaoke.

The parking lot between the two buildings, is very tight – and parking on the street is limited to space and time, so street parking is not really feasible.

Neither was parking in the parking lot on live band days: I think I’ll go a little earlier on live band days, and hopefully I can leave without a ‘skin of my teeth’ snafu 😉

SRUNG an hour and a half later ... just in the nick of time.

When I got home, the rain had stopped.

I gathered some lettuce leaves for a supper salad.

And I saw that my tiger lilies had blossomed: both of them.

My new Tiger Lily plant blossoming; I planted it in the Fall of 2020. It's lighter than I had anticipated.

The Tiger Lily my granddaughter Alyna, gave me for Valentine's Day 21 years ago; the same day Bob gave me the Yellow Roses bush, also blooming in the moment.

While supper cooked, I settled in Bob’s recliner to start a new read.

Glancing out the window, I saw a dragon shaped cloud formation. 

It added some soft humor to the day 😊

SHABBAT SHALOM ~ Trusting in HaShem

I heard about this India Delta covid variant, yesterday on the radio while on the road to my Thursday Naselle coffee hour: I’m not surprised covid cannot be corralled (https://www.wsj.com/articles/covid-19-variant-first-found-in-india-is-quickly-spreading-across-globe-11623257849).

My personal take on covid is that it is divine retribution for the hell obama unleased on the world … and the hell the obamanites embrace, preach, and are infecting every venue of life with.

NO. 

I will not apologize.

God being mocked and ruled against by the American Supreme Court in the 1970’s; when atheism was pushed to the head of the class instead of the National Anthem, and abortion was “studied” by the Supreme Justices and “upheld” – even though NEITHER are a bona fide LAW.

Humans were created in the image of HaShem … their bodies created to house His Spirit.

Humans were designed to enjoy community with Elohei: from conception, into eternity.

Lucifer’s game has always been to interfere: deception and murder are his weapons of warfare.

Millions of babies murdered daily in abortions used as ‘birth control” by unrepentant narcissists behaving like animals who can’t control their behaviors.

Thousands of full-term babies being left to starve to death after birth in American hospitals – being sanctioned by DC politicians who have denounced Almighty God, and sold their souls to ‘obamacare’ policies.

Mentally unstable people … shamefully being used by unscrupulous and soulless politicians and nazi-embracing {herr & frau docktor scientists} as political pawns like nazi-inspired {scientific} lab rats paraded before the public in global social lab-like lifestyles. It is clear that the hellish doctor experiments started in/carried through in adolf hitler’s concentration camps, came here to America to infiltrate {science} policies as DC politicians clamored for nazi docktor’s scientific {progress}: nazi criminals were welcomed with open arms by American {scientists – who knew what had transpired in nazi concentration camps!}; while Jewish refugees were shunned and refused entrance into the very land that now, under demonrat rule, screams for open borders: open borders to all except Christians seeking refuge, or Jews already here, asking for protection of islamic terror being handed down from obamanite politicians who are fouling American air, boldly playing out a political coup before our very eyes, and brazenly forcing every perversion imaginable on the public.

barak hussain obama being hailed as ‘messiah’ … and literally worshipped on the global stage.

American children being brainwashed to embrace radical islamic racism (malcom x black panther doctrine: aka ‘core curriculum’), and in every sexual perversion being taught in public schools by the obamanite hellions, supported and encouraged by obamanite politicians (aka, ‘gender study’, ‘queer sex ed’, ‘drag queen story hour’, ect.).

Elohim has had enough. 

Covid cannot be controlled by science – regardless of what scientists say.

Vaccines do not work – regardless of what scientific devotees continually parrot; preach from political podiums, shove down fearful throats, or send coursing through willing veins.

ME?

I’ll take my shot of HaShem, 24/7/35: it’s the ONLY {SURE THING}.

And HaShem doesn’t delude; or add injury to insult. 

Covid is a direct divine insult to those who would dare to imagine they can replace Him, mock His Son, or indulge in Spiritless behavior.

HaShem is not amused. 

Though His love is unconditional … so is his displeasure with those who turn against him, and deliberately set themselves up as stumbling stones to the weak.

The obamanites think to {reset} humanity and civilization: STOOPIDS!

HaShem is actually resetting humanity and civilization.

And MPO, is that He is using covid to do that.

Yet, there is still hope. 

Hope lies in getting back to the basics. 

Those who do, will have nothing to fear … and everything to gain.

Elohim’s Unconditional Love – Can the Truth Change? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdZxuyp2o7Y

We can trust in HaShem.

No matter what the world throws at us. 

We may not see His rescuing hand, but it is there; turning the tide and soothing the troubled waters.

Lucifier may cull the weak-minded and play them to his tune; raining disastrous perils on their stiff-necked heads … but HaShem still reigns.

And HaShem still holds the reins.

HIGH STAKES BINGO & VIETNAMESE CUISINE

I skipped exercise class today because I slept in: I’ll catch up on body toning Friday (Monday, Wednesday and Friday routines are identical movements; W & F adding 10 more reps to each exercise) 😉

(https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/06/preparation-meets-opportunity.html)

I didn’t sleep well through the night – bouncing out of bed at 7:30 AM was not going to happen. The alarm clock was set, and it went off … but I rolled over and went back to sleep without any guilt at all.

I miss Little Handsome; he’ll be 7 years old the end of this month.

I haven’t seen him in 11 months; I am missing watching him grow up because of aimless spitefulness.

He is our last grandchild: the only prince (2014), in 4 decades of princesses (1975, 1990, 1995, & 1997).

He is so much Bob’s mini-me in features, actions, behaviors … and he is so much his unique self in features, actions, behaviors.

I miss him. 

I am missing his ‘becoming’.

My heart is heavy.

I wasn’t even sure I was going to Bingo this afternoon.

But at the last minute I decided to go, and barely breezed through the doors in time.

Feeding and stroking heartache is not my thing.

When things get tough at home, I move on down the road.

If it is not raining, I don’t sit home and mope.

I don’t entertain an empty house and looping mind traps.

If the road is dry … I’m in the Highlander; going somewhere where there is life unfolding.

So, today I went to play bingo.

I stopped at Wal*Mart first to get some cash to buy my cards with – this was faster than going to the Bank and waiting 45 minutes behind other idling cars at the outside teller window, doing the same thing (the lobby is still closed).

Headband seen in a car at Wal*Mart reminded me of the daisy headband I had made Alyna, when she was 6 years old.

Making A Daisy Chain Crown: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kVsA_LcuHOQ

Missingness for my old life was not going to be so easy to sidestep. There are reminders everywhere, that blindside me.

I am restructuring a new life … but it is a constant 2-steps-forward/1-step-backward work in progress: memories of my old life, the life I loved, overshadows my new beginnings.

I am making new friends that are becoming my new family.

I am thankful to be so blessed. 

But denying the missingness would be absurd. 

So, I drove downtown, breezed through the doors of the building; and bought my playing cards … and killed a couple hours out-of-house.

And had fun. 

And enjoyed the day 😊

The Bingo Games played today; I learned new game formats today.

I had noticed the parking lot was full, when I arrived: I took the last parking spot.

I noticed everyone was excited to play Bingo.

I enjoy Bingo too, but I don’t get overly excited about it.

Then, when the Paper Cards were explained to me (this was a new thing for me), I understood: those paper cards are high-stakes-gambling games.

My Hard Boards & Paper Cards. The middle card was the winning card. The Paper Cards are high-stake gambling games – one game had a $75 Kitty, and another a $300 Kitty: I did not play those.

My $15 won ... I decided to spend it on Supper next door. LOL

When 2 PM rolled around, and Intermission was in effect, I wasn’t interested in the high-stakes bingo gambling; so, I put my 50 cents down for a pool table and spent 2 hours doing that 😉

When I started my first pool game, the fellas on the table over were finishing up their game: Mike left (not sure this was the ‘Mike’ from yesterday’s mention: https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/06/rack-em-up-gal.html) … and Roy asked if I’d like a partner … I was glad for the opportunity to play against someone.

I have no need to rush home anymore.

No husband.

No kids.

No grandkids.

We played until 4 PM.

There was easy, companiable competition: slow down everyone – Roy is in his 80’s 😉

Roy is not the companion I am praying for.

(https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/06/trying-to-sort-my-feels.html)

But he is a fun person to spend some time with at the pool table.

We engaged in friendly opposition. 

We joked.

We laughed.

We had a fun time; and that is what life is all about.

I was glad I decided earlier to get out of the house.

When Roy left, and I put the rack and balls away; I thought I’d go next door to the new restaurant, and have Supper there.

I was the only person there. 

That was fine with me.

The place was clean and the staff was friendly.

The Vietnamese Restaurant on Commerce.

Restaurant Menu.

Don't know; I pointed and ordered. Hahaha. It was delicious.

The food was delish 😊 

I will definitely be going back to Commerce.

I will be going back for easy ‘community’.

I will be going back for the friendly games.

I will be going back for the exotic cuisine.

RACK ’EM UP GAL

I had a blast today!

I played pool from 9 AM to a little after 2 PM - and I could have played longer, but I have things to do at home, that need my attention, too.

Just got home. I hadn’t played a game of pool in 7 years.

Pool is like riding a bike; and I had some good teachers.

Bob had gone to school with Jim. Jim encouraged me to play the game my own unique way.

My pool partner was a riot ... and she liked my "sunny disposition" ... maybe my alter-ego was there in my stead? 😉

I really did enjoy myself and laughed a lot: I am not always a sarcastic pain in the ass 😊

I am definitely going to be doing this more. 

This is what I needed today 😉

When Bob and I used to play pool, we were able to keep the table all night long ... because no one could beat either of us. Eventually, we'd take pity on the others and sit a few games out, but Bob played tournaments - and he played for money.

I just play for the fun of the game.

I was asked today, "Do you know Mike?"

I said, "Nope; I just joined yesterday; this is my first game here."

I was told, "He plays professional pool. You should play with him."

I said, "I don't play professional. I play for the fun of the game."

And I mean it.

I have absolutely no desire to prove anything.

To anyone.

I'm just a gal who wants to have fun ...

Rack ‘Em Up: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7FHhDY2zmcg

SAD TRUTH ...

 

Yep.

And you’ll never hear the truth in all the dc-hollywood-facebook-amazon-twitter-flap-clap … you know, those 60’s throwbacks and their hells pawn that spit on our soldiers screaming in their faces, “baby killers!”; who are NOW screaming for the {right} to whilly-nilly murder millions of American babies, while cooking up biological warfare virus-weapons to eliminate the undesirables that manages to escape the abortionist scalpels and vacuums.

The obamanites have turned America into a Hell Hole.

WELCOME TO THE GREAT AWAKENING

- H.R. 1 IS DEAD.

- VACCINE PASSPORTS ARE DEAD.

- MASK MANDATES ARE DEAD.

- PACKING THE COURT IS DEAD.

- DC BECOMING A STATE IS DEAD.

- FAUCI'S CREDIBILITY IS DEAD.

- THE MSM'S CREDIBILITY IS DEAD.

- HOLLYWOOD IS DEAD.

 

- BIG PHARMA IS BEING EXPOSED.

- THE DEMOCRATIC PARTY IS CRUMBLING.

- THE BIDEN ADMIN IS FALLING OFF A CLIFF.

- THE GREAT RESET IS HANGING BY A THREAD.

- THE RATS AND TRAITORS ARE EXPOSED AND EATING EACH OTHER ALIVE.

 

- IRREFUTABLE EVIDENCE GOING PUBLIC THAT CHINA COMMITTED MULTIPLE ACTS OF WAR ON THE UNITED STATES IN 2020.

 

- AUDITS ARE STEAMROLLING.

- PARENTS ARE PISSED.

- PATRIOTS ARE TAKING ACTION

- OTHER COUNTRIES ARE FOLLOWING OUR LEAD.

- THE ENTIRE WORLD IS BREAKING THE MATRIX.

 

WELCOME TO THE GREAT AWAKENING.