To Sweep the Sidewalk or Not And To Clean the Oven or Not
We are to cut the church grass tomorrow afternoon. I need to decide whether I should sweep the sidewalk. The janitor announced last Wed. night (while his wife was in the restroom!!) that he and his wife were going to be looking for a new church home, but that he would finish out the month cleaning the church (we had already given him an advance so he could pay the utility bill). I guess if I am not too tired, I will sweep the sidewalk.
That might keep him from having a stroke, heart attack, or asthma attack. Of course, it would be debatable if his cigarettes or sweeping would do any of those things.
I did make it to the dump today and to get Granny's medicine. I had to let some of the other stuff stay undone again today because we had to take a very important field trip - Granny and I had to take a walk in the yard to see the flowers and all the interesting mushrooms. Do you think that would count for making a small difference? A couple of weeks ago, I read an article in Charles Stanley's magazine that a lady that was taking care of her dying elderly mother wrote. She seemed to think that she was making a big difference - maybe she just has a way better self-concept than I have. I am just hoping for a little tiny difference. I was just about to say that I feel sure that I would have an eternal reward for what I do, but I guess I just lost it. Granny called. Nothing would do, but for me to set the oven to self clean earlier tonight. I told her it would be real hot and would probably stink, but that was fine. It had to be done according to her. I explained that it would take several hours and it would cut itself off. She asked questions and we went back over it. I told her it would take several hours to get it clean. Now she has turned it all off to get the smell out of the house before she goes to bed and because it is too hot even with the air "condition" and two fans going. She needs to know how to get the door lock to go off. Can she go to bed with the door locked? She had to know what I was doing and when I told her I was typing on the computer she was very concerned that would just make my shoulders and back hurt. It sort of makes me wonder what is on her list for me for tomorrow.
Well, a week ago we had six for Wed. night, but after the split we only had four tonight.
Angela came in with a promotion. She is now the "real teacher for the red room" (3 yr. olds) and has the major responsibility before going to the red room of driving the school aged children's van to school. She is also teaching Mission Friends on Wed. nights. She has a set of twins that are sooooooooo funny. Susan and I are trying to get her to post on her blog, but she is just too busy. I'll have to tell you a little. Sunday morning one of them said "We have to sit on our bottoms for Jesus" and tonight "It makes Jesus happy for us to stay in the lines when we color" (By the way, Angela is still going to a traditional Southern Baptist Church. Just wanted to make sure you weren't reading too much into the comments.)
I wonder if it makes Jesus happy when we clean our ovens? Well, I guess we didn't make Jesus happy any way you look at it because it didn't stay on long enough to clean it. But we can try again.
I need some comments - it doesn't matter what. It doesn't even have to make sense. Or you can even say one thing and then make another comment and say exactly the opposite. I will be very comfortable with any of that.
I love blogging and most of all, the bloggers!
P.S. Did you notice that I did the title correctly? Susan informed me that it would make more sense that way. (I didn't know or I guess I had just forgotten that it really mattered any more to some people if things made sense.)
That might keep him from having a stroke, heart attack, or asthma attack. Of course, it would be debatable if his cigarettes or sweeping would do any of those things.
I did make it to the dump today and to get Granny's medicine. I had to let some of the other stuff stay undone again today because we had to take a very important field trip - Granny and I had to take a walk in the yard to see the flowers and all the interesting mushrooms. Do you think that would count for making a small difference? A couple of weeks ago, I read an article in Charles Stanley's magazine that a lady that was taking care of her dying elderly mother wrote. She seemed to think that she was making a big difference - maybe she just has a way better self-concept than I have. I am just hoping for a little tiny difference. I was just about to say that I feel sure that I would have an eternal reward for what I do, but I guess I just lost it. Granny called. Nothing would do, but for me to set the oven to self clean earlier tonight. I told her it would be real hot and would probably stink, but that was fine. It had to be done according to her. I explained that it would take several hours and it would cut itself off. She asked questions and we went back over it. I told her it would take several hours to get it clean. Now she has turned it all off to get the smell out of the house before she goes to bed and because it is too hot even with the air "condition" and two fans going. She needs to know how to get the door lock to go off. Can she go to bed with the door locked? She had to know what I was doing and when I told her I was typing on the computer she was very concerned that would just make my shoulders and back hurt. It sort of makes me wonder what is on her list for me for tomorrow.
Well, a week ago we had six for Wed. night, but after the split we only had four tonight.
Angela came in with a promotion. She is now the "real teacher for the red room" (3 yr. olds) and has the major responsibility before going to the red room of driving the school aged children's van to school. She is also teaching Mission Friends on Wed. nights. She has a set of twins that are sooooooooo funny. Susan and I are trying to get her to post on her blog, but she is just too busy. I'll have to tell you a little. Sunday morning one of them said "We have to sit on our bottoms for Jesus" and tonight "It makes Jesus happy for us to stay in the lines when we color" (By the way, Angela is still going to a traditional Southern Baptist Church. Just wanted to make sure you weren't reading too much into the comments.)
I wonder if it makes Jesus happy when we clean our ovens? Well, I guess we didn't make Jesus happy any way you look at it because it didn't stay on long enough to clean it. But we can try again.
I need some comments - it doesn't matter what. It doesn't even have to make sense. Or you can even say one thing and then make another comment and say exactly the opposite. I will be very comfortable with any of that.
I love blogging and most of all, the bloggers!
P.S. Did you notice that I did the title correctly? Susan informed me that it would make more sense that way. (I didn't know or I guess I had just forgotten that it really mattered any more to some people if things made sense.)
posted by Mammy at 8:52 PM
4 Comments:
Good job with the title. Maybe my project for tonight will be ordering you up some new magazines so you don't have to keep reading the Charles Stanley one.
I hope that cleaning the oven isn't what Jesus needs to be happy. If so, He's gonna be pretty mad when he sees my house.
My grandmother has the same issues with the self-cleaning oven. She refuses to let it finish. She has to "check on the progress." Her other trick is to stop the dishwasher before its finished. When the heated dry is on...she worries it is getting the dishes too hot so she stops it and lets it 'cool off a little' and then starts is again. Ah, the joys!
Susan, I like Charles Stanley. He is not too conservative for me.
Suzanah, you are really good at encouragement and you too, Meg. Ah, the joys turn into fears as you get closer to that ripened age because I know I will be doing the same things or worse. But I have bought long term insurance and when I get to that stage, susan and angela can stick me in a home or else get paid to "keep" me or find someone who would keep me. Maybe one of my sister bloggers might want the job someday, but I doubt it. Who knows - maybe by then you can all take turns checking on me through my blog. You can all be assigned different hours and if I quit commenting or posting, you will know to call 911. Angela says she is getting Steve and I one of those necklaces with the button when we get much worse. (However, considering she has been working six weeks and has fallen three times and been in a wreck at work, she may need a necklace before I do. Furthermore she is already crazy because she actually demonstrated - stop, drop, and roll.) Maybe you could just try to call me and if I sound bad off on the phone, you can just say "Hit your button. Mash your button on your necklace... Because I think you need some help. Press the button. PUSH YOUR BUTTON OR START BLOGGING AGAIN IF YOU ARE OKAY."
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