Service

I truly believe we are called to serve. 

This is a value I've instilled on my children. They've been known to drop everything, to feed a neighbor's chickens, rake a lawn or help a stranger carry groceries. During the lockdown, when my nephew Patrick stayed with us for days on end while his parents worked, both cousins jumped in without being prodded, engaging Patrick with activities. That's who my children are. To them, this is a part of regular life. 

This past month, Buck has been heading over to a local game store and helping the owner. He's bartering some "game cards" (that's the best I can do) for help with a major project this small business owner doesn't have time to tackle. He's spent hours there helping this dude out. When I asked my son why he's taken this project on, he looked at me like I have six heads. Oh yeah... the guy needs help. Plus, "game cards"--duh--, which apparently have a lot of value. But knowing Buck, he and the guy hit it off and this is no big deal. 

And let me just say, this does my heart good. I may have caused trauma and potential years of therapy in other aspects of my young adults' lives, but when it comes to serving, I'm just fine tooting my own horn.

Praying for Another Pause

Marty and I are part of a Church of Christ "life group," which is a small group of couples who get together once a month to eat barbecue and visit. Generally someone throws in a Jesus conversation--but that isn't necessarily because this is a church sanctioned event, and more because, well... welcome to the South. 

We were initially invited by Corona Gail and Her Majesty, Deb, as a way  (in my estimation) to cement Marty as a member of the Church of Christ. It hasn't worked. But we're in. So, there's that. We've been part of this group for about eighteen months. I enjoy these visitsi. [=8???????????????

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Leon is now on my shoulder and batting my hair. 

Where was I? Oh yes, our life group. There are about twenty of us. I very much enjoy these afternoons. Marty comes and sits in the corner more or less--but I've noticed he's becoming more social, which is strange because between the two of us, he's the extrovert. 

Anyway, in our life group, there's a real estate broker and his wife. The Mister and I talk shop on occasion. His wife has been battling ovarian cancer. This sweet woman is about my age. She has a wonderful outlook on life and a perpetual smile on her face. 

Ovarian cancer is one of those cancers which doesn't have a cure. It has a pause. And then it doesn't. Unfortunately, last I heard, her pause is over. At this time, the family is asking for privacy and the word, "hospice" is being bandied about.  

What I'm discovering is this is hitting Marty hard. 

Do I have a dress for a hypothetical future funeral? How will his boss react* about him taking time off for a hypothetical funeral? Let's plan on bringing the Mister a meal or two after his wife passes. No! Let's make sure we take him out for a beer once in a while. --All of this is from Marty. 

My friend's cancer has been on my mind too. Dying is always tougher on the living I think. Anyway, today I went to Amazon and bought a black dress because it turns out I don't have one any more. Hopefully the first time I have a chance to wear it, it will be for a happy occasion--like a cocktail party or party and not for a hypothetical funeral. And perhaps my friend will have another pause and we'll be able to laugh with her and her husband some Sunday afternoon during our life group. 

*There will come a time when I will write in greater depth about Mary's boss. She is a work-a-holic who doesn't believe anything less than a 50 hour week is acceptable and vacations mean "being allowed" to leave the office, but take one's laptop with them and log in for at least three hours a day (which happened on our vacation).  

They Like Their Football in These Parts

Please file this under, "things that make you say, 'huh?'." *  

Most of the teens around here are respectful and rarely does some kid's poor choices make the local rounds. Correlation? Coincidence? Random occurrence and I'm trying to extract causality? Yeah... probably that one.  

There are two high schools in Texarkana Texas (plus a handful of others in the outskirts). Of the two high schools:  

Texas High School (Texarkana, TX) is ranked 3rd in Class 5A division for the entire state. (250 5A schools)

Pleasant Grove High School (Texarkana, TX) is ranked 5th in Class 4A division for the entire state. (218 4A schools)

*Because I felt a need for a deeper dive, in comparison, Arizona has 29 5A high schools and 51 4A high schools. One can fit 4.35 Arizonas into Texas. 

Luna Update

A couple of months ago, Luna became ill. She refused to eat. She ignored the kittens. She didn't want to go outside and bark at the dogs next door--Ace and Bobo. She didn't even want her toys. Our poor Luna went from 70 pounds of muscle to 65 pounds and then to 55 pounds as the infection ravaged her and we sat by stroking her head, telling her we love her. 

Doc P was awesome. But even a three day IV drip didn't exactly bring her back. When she returned from the hospital, I'd hide her appetite stimulation pills and medication in hot dogs and spam and she would turn up her nose. I even resorted to lifting her on to our bed--her favorite sleeping place where she could lay in a sunbeam. Among the Sunshine clan, we whispered among ourselves. Was she in pain? Was she suffering? 

And then last week, Leon was playing with her blue bone--one of Luna's favorite toys and the one she earned in obedience school in Mesa. I watched as, much to Leon's astonishment, Luna marched up to her and snatched it away. Luna then walked to her food bowl, sniffed the kibble and ate a couple of morsels. Figuring this was a good sign, I put together a smorgasbord of Luna-centric flavors, chicken, spam, sweet potatoes, canned fish and mixed it with the kibble. Luna ate it all! She then went outside and barked with Ace and Bobo. Afterwards, she took a very long nap. But the switch had been flipped!

Every day we are seeing more life in our dog. We still have a long way to go before we see a 100 percent healthy Luna. She still needs the appetite pill. She still has bladder issues here and there. She's showing signs of playfulness. She greets the Amazon driver. She's patient (mostly) with the Overlords. Her ribs aren't showing. My dog food grocery bill is skyrocketing. 

And we are all pleased to have our Puppers back. 

My Money is Really on September*

Sydney Jean, my 2014 Toyota Rav 4, has about 1,400 more miles before she rolls over to 100,000 miles. I set this up asking the family to place their bets. The winner gets the coffee or iced tea drink of their choice from a local haunt. 

*I'm meeting up with Bliz in Missouri in September.

Tomato Tragedy

The one ravaged survivor

I went to a tomato grafting class. I drove all the way to Mount Pleasant for this class. I learned how and why grafting is good. 

Then I took my three tomato plants home and followed the directions. Keep in total darkness for three days. Day four repot into a bigger container, add soil and fertilizer. Because it's been over 90 degrees, keep them inside instead of in a greenhouse. You know, treat them like the fragile babies they are.

After 10 days the plants can go live in the garden as free range tomato plants. 

After 60 days harvest and eat all the tomatoes my heart desires. 

My heart desires a lot of tomatoes. 

All of that is well and good, but I didn't factor one teensy, tiny issue. The Overlords. 

Random Texarkana

 

After hours of terrorizing the home while we were sleeping, the Overlords finally tuckered themselves out. Now if they could just be this calm at 2 a.m. 

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I had a chance to hang out at Tessa's the other night. She and I caught up on all things in our lives. I always enjoy visiting with her. She has no idea how interesting she really is. 

Tessa currently has two awful real estate clients right now. At once. Both needy. Both obnoxious. Not gonna lie, her stories caused a bit of PDSD. I had some truly lovely clients. I also crossed paths with some horrible humans who make me hope Karma gets them. 

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I'm currently teaching my pal Joy how to sew. Our first session left me feeling like I have a long way to go in the instruction department. I promise it was me, not her. Next week we'll try it again.