Good morning, et cetera, dear Reader, and welcome (back?) to this little blip of cyberspace where we speak English, try to search out wisdom and the things of God, own our mistakes (well, where I tell on myself if I think it might help you), all while exercising our Free Speech rights to the fullest extent allowed by God Almighty.
It's a good day: we start this one out alive again! That in and of itself is worthy of much gratitude.
Right now it's almost five a.m. in the Mountain Standard Time zone; here's a look at the current weather and forecast:
It's very, very windy - which is particularly normal for this time of year; in fact, pretty much from about now until about October it's pony-tail season due to winds and ever-increasing (though thankfully dry) heat.
Yesterday we went to Sierra Vista to the PetSmart there and bought some more live food for Freedom Turtle; he inhaled the first massive night-crawler (worm) that we gave him as soon as we got back home. I missed it, in fact; I set the worm down in front of him; he oriented on it; I asked Terry to watch him while I went in and put the worm container into the fridge, and when I came back out, the huge night-crawler was gone! 😂 Terry said he'd never seen anything like it.
At some point, we plan to create a mini worm farm for him in a large bucket of dirt (among other plans we have to improve his quality of life). I won't say more than this: plans are in the works.
In the last few days I am alarmed to note how very fat and weak I've become at this point in being ill literally ALL the time, but especially so since that last heart attack, the first week following the event was the worst to date. Being acutely aware of this weakness is made manifest by trying to take care of things around the house that need it - clearing out closets and the like. These activities are far more exhausting than they need to be, and I've simply got to force myself to build up strength as much as possible and fast. May God help me in this, and may He help you, too, dear Reader, where you need it most. I realized all of these things as I wrote the text shown in this following picture of our President swinging a golf-club:
I've got to deliberately get much more physical exercise (than I have been lately) as well as stop eating crap like Reese's peanut-butter cups and drinking soda all the time. Enough is enough; I see the trend going in a direction that I do not like and know that, if I want different results, that requires change on my part. It's all on me, the ball's in my court here - and that's good news. Personal responsibility: it matters. So, although the heart attacks aren't my fault, rebuilding strength afterward is something that I do have the power to work on. Losing weight (again!) is also up to me as I get to choose what goes into my body, and how much. I've always done that, though, as an adult: lose weight, get down to about 130lbs, start gaining weight back. The next year, when I'm around 200lbs (like now) then I tweak my eating habits and head back down the other way. I understand that this is terribly bad for one's health to do and hope to get off the merry-go-round here soon.
At any rate.
Here is the day's Proverb:
I've decided to mount some of my photographs onto canvases and try to sell them in nearby Bisbee at some point, just some landscapes and sunrises and things of that nature. We'll see how that goes, I sure would love to generate income for our home but only in an honest, ethical way (remembering that, on many occasions, I've had to quit jobs that didn't sit right with my conscience, such as that job in Dallas with the advertising firm - man, do I hate advertising, but I digress). I loved working as a waitress/ in food-service but am afraid that I no longer have the physical strength/ stamina required for that. And, no waiting tables isn't the biggest stretch of one's intellect, but it is very important work; as a server, you get to make people feel like they matter. You get to make them feel important, you get to bring them refreshment and nourishment, you get to help create a positive and restful environment where they can forget about the day's troubles if only for an hour. I like that.
Once as a waitress at a steakhouse in north Texas, I had a young lady (six years old) who was there with her parents and found out that she was being celebrated for graduating from Kindergarten. She was the most well-behaved child of that age I'd ever seen, I was so impressed! It was a true honor to help make her day all the more special; her parents tipped me very well indeed and, though that's great and I appreciated it very much, I got much more out of interacting with them, as human beings. So yes, I loved waiting tables.
If I can get my physical health to cooperate, though, I do think that I need to go ahead and (finally!) pursue that law degree. I am primarily interested in Constitutional Law and Criminal Law (probate and family law are the absolute worst, though - yuck). We'll see how that goes; at the moment, thinking about that is like looking at the top of Mt. Everest and wishing that I was up there; as it is, I'm willing to start taking the steps and will be happy to see how far can I go?
What mountains are you looking up at today, dear Reader? Start taking steps! Let's see how far you can go! 💜
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