A very quiet day here. No family or friends. Kinda lonely. I don't know how my Mom stands living all alone out in the woods. I would visit her, but she doesn't like me to. Has to do with my cleaning habits and her lack of them. Just doesn't seem right to not clean up a mess at your loved one's home.
Did I ever tell you about the customer Jerry had one time who lived in a little two bedroom house here in town? We sell medical equipment, as you know. Jerry got a call that this lady was coming home from the hospital, and she needed oxygen delivered immediately to her home when she arrived there. She also needed a Nebulizer which is a machine that people inhale a drug through to help them breathe better.
He decided to call the lady's daughter. He had her number because he had talked to her earlier to find out the address or something. After a while, the daughter came up the sidewalk to the front door which was still open. The daughter lifted up her sweatshirt over her face and hollered something through the door to her Mother -- she never entered the house. Jerry went out to the porch and told the girl that he could not properly set up the equipment she needed. The daughter did NOTHING. Then she left.
Now, let me clarify that my Mother's house is NOTHING like that -- well, except she does have two very hairy cats and a dog. But no cockroaches or spiders. If that was the case, I would clean it whether she liked it or not!
So how on earth did I get off on that!?
These things just jump into my mind sometimes. And I think the granny in her nighty on the couch wasn't playing with a full deck! Ha!
And since it is Memorial Day, I certainly can't sign off without saying how much I appreciate our servicemen all over the world. What a sacrifice they make for whatever reason to protect our rights and what freedom we have left in the USA. My heart breaks when I see those Wounded Warrior commercials. I've been meaning to donate to that organization for a long time. I must get that done.
I pray God blesses every one of our servicemen and gives them supernatural favor and protection. I could not be more proud of our grandson who is now in Alaska. It takes a special kind of man to volunteer for such a dangerous job.
I was going through my Dad's things a few weeks ago and came across a letter his brother wrote to him after being on a ship that was bombed in Pearl Harbor. Wow! It is really something! I can't remember which ship right now. The letter was very long and very descriptive.
Gotta go. Amost time for supper. Supposed to be cleaning my sewing room, and I sure haven't gotten very far! I was really cleaning good when all of a sudden a pattern just jumped up into my hands, and I had to cut it out! Can't blame a girl for yielding to such temptation as that!