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.

PREPARATION MEETS OPPORTUNITY

Exercising makes me happy.

I exercise every Monday, Wednesday & Friday in Castle Rock, at the Senior Center there.

I enjoy the drive.

I enjoy the chit-chat.

I enjoy the physical activity.

Coal Creek from Heron Pointe - 5 mins.

Castle Rock from Coal Creek; via Delameter Road - 19 mins.

Full body workout; 10 rep on Mondays – 15 reps on Wednesdays & Fridays. Hiking on alternate days 😉

Spending some time with people makes me happy: not all-day-time, but some time, at some point, in my day.

Driving country backroads makes me happy. 

Playing a couple games of pool makes me happy.

Today, I managed to accomplish 3 of the above 4 things that make me happy … tomorrow, I will score on #4 😊

After exercise class this morning, I drove the Hazel Dell backroad home; because I wanted to enjoy a relaxing country drive, and because I wanted to stop at the Senior Center downtown, passing through Longview – and that backroad would take me in the direction I wanted to head into.

Hazel Dell Road from Castle Rock - 9 mins.

Snoopy spotted out Hazel Dell Road; this tickled my funny bone.

Longview Senior Center from Hazel Dell Road; via Hazel Dell Road-West Side Highway & Commerce - 18 mins.

I wanted to pick up their monthly itinerary; but basically, I wanted to find out more about the pool tables I’ve seen there 😉

I asked if the pool tables were open tables: at the Castle Rock Senior Center, the pool tables there, are always ‘taken’ by the old geezers that never take a rest between games. Getting a chance to play is impossible.

And while I didn’t mind bending over the table when Bob was standing beside me: I feel weird about having my ass on view with strange men gawking at it – I’m short; to get at some of those angles to make a decent shot, I’d have to stand on my toes and hike my ass up in the air to stretch into the play … that was okay when Bob was standing beside me.

Bob isn’t standing beside me anymore.

And I don’t want to start prowling bars on the off-chance that opportunity for a game will occur there … college kids and just-released-parolees haunt those tables: not interested in either.

I need a safe place to plant my ass, now. 

It’s an old ass, admittedly: but old, young, or stupid … men are still men.

So, I have been praying for an open table in a comfortable setting.

Today I got lucky 😉 

The guy who took my $20/yearly membership fee, told me, “there is a woman who comes here to play pinochle – and she was just saying the other day she wishes she had someone to play pool with; would you be interested?”

I said, “Yes! I’d be interested.”

So, he called her and she asked if we could meet tomorrow and play a game … so, I’ll be up early tomorrow morning for my 9 AM game. I hope I’m alert enough to play a decent game: noon would be better for me.

I joined the Longview Senior Center this afternoon ... primarily to use the pool table.

I hope it goes good tomorrow. 

I haven’t played pool in 7 years.

I hope she plays a ‘straight game’ … I don’t know how to play 8-Ball.

Bob and I always played straight pool: players call what ball they will try for (stripes or solids), and work into sinking “a run of 14”, using the 15^th ball to start another rack to continue shooting more games. 

And I play for fun – I don’t like to play cut-throat; that takes all the fun out of the game. I don’t mind a competitive player, but I don’t like mean, poor losers. 

I’m a pretty good player when I’m “on my game”: I learned from the best, and I played with the best. I’m a quick picker-upper. But I will not play with a cut-throat player. 

I play for fun. 

I play for relaxation.

I play for the love of the game.