I’m still here

I haven’t forgotten about my project.  I’m just fighting exhaustion and double pink eye.  I’ll try to write four days tomorrow morning when I can actually see.



Quick Check-In

The funeral is over, the people are gone, the house is quiet.  We’re headed home in the morning, so I want to try to get a quick post in.  I’ve been working on a project for Faire, that I hope does well.  https://www.bonfire.com/rescu-ralley/

Reasons I love Dale:

73.  It’s always a beautiful morning.  Despite the fact that it’s pouring down rain, it’s a beautiful morning.
74.  His enthusiasm when he leads singing.
75.  His love of seafood.  He doesn’t get to have it often, but he really enjoys it when he does get to eat it.
76.  His scruffy face.  I like him somewhere between day old scruff and full blown beard.

That’s all.  I’ve got to go to sleep soon.  My eyes are bothering me, and tomorrow will be a long day.



Dale’s grandmother passed away yesterday around 3 am.  This was not unexpected.  She was 95 and had been ill for so very long.  We got the news around 6 am.  We laid in bed for another 30 minutes deciding if we were getting up or not.  We left home about 8:15.

Granny was such a beautiful lady.  She became my “Granny” after Dale and I got married.  When we moved from the Kansas City area back to Louisiana, Dale’s father, Boo and I would go see her almost every day.  She was extremely hard of hearing, so the TV was always cranked up to a ridiculous volume.  She let us move our mobile home onto her property.  We tried, in our small way to take care of her as long as possible.

She fell several years ago and broke her hip.  At that point, she had to move into a nursing home.

I really wish we had still lived here.  I know they serve a purpose, but I really dislike nursing homes.  And I hate how each time we went to see her, she was just a little … less.

I also greatly dislike the condolences this time around.  Our loss is her gain.

For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.  Philippians 1:21  (NIV)

She is so much better off right now.  She’s not in pain.  She’s not starving herself to death.  She’s coherent and she’s standing in the presence of our maker.  If you’re going to say “I’m sorry for your loss,” please understand that I’m not.  I’m actually jealous of her.

But on to Reasons I Love Dale:

67.  He is a good long distance driver.  He drove the whole way to Louisiana.
68.  He is a good song leader.  He seems to know the balance between slow songs and fast songs, standing and sitting.  He is a good leader.
69.  He likes the rain.  It’s not rain unless it’s pouring down.  It’s usually just “sprinkling” to him.
70.  He smells nice.
71.  He has a very ironic sense of humor.  I love listening to his corny jokes.
72.  I like the way he prays.  I can’t remember if I’ve said that one or not, but it holds true, regardless.  He has a relationship with God that I envy, and is one of the reasons I fell in love with him in college.

So that is yesterday’s list and today’s list.  Hopefully, I will get to a list tomorrow evening, after the funeral and reception and all the people.  Don’t look for one on Tuesday, because we’ll be traveling back home.

One thing I’m trying hard not to do is to say “I love Dale because of this.  Except when….”  I think that has been part of my descent into negativity, and it defeats the purpose of this list.  So, no conditions.  I love Dale.  Always have.  Always will.


FMF – Try

I’m joining up with Kate and the authors (yes, it does sound like a band name, Marie) over at Five Minute Friday.  Today’s word of inspiration is Try.


I feel like I’m trying too hard and not accomplishing anything.  There’s a poem called “Try, Try Again.”  And it fits in with the old joke, “How do you get to Carnegie Hall?  Practice, practice, practice!”

I don’t know what I’m trying to do.  I don’t know why I’m trying so hard.  But I feel like I’ve been running for days and with no break in sight.

But is it too much to try?  I think my tag on this post is going to be ramblings.  I’m not sure what I’m even talking about anymore.  Maybe I’m trying too hard.  lol

But I do know that I have to try, no matter what, because my life verse is “Whatever you do in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord.”  (Colossians 3:17, NIV)  I always try my hardest, my best.  Because I’m not doing it for me, I’m doing it for God and His glory.  That’s what I do.  I try my best.

So I will continue to try, I will continue to run, and I will continue to do my very best.  Because God wants me to.  And in the end, that’s all that matters.  Right?


I’m Early Today

I have to work tonight, and rehearsal tomorrow, so I need to write now, instead of later.

Reasons I love Dale:

64.  He truly loves his family.  Not me and the girls, but his brothers, his cousins, his grandparents.  He loves his family.
65.  He’s such a geek.  It’s one of the things that we share.
66.  He knows how to research.  Google is his best friend.  But he uses it and uses it well.  😀