I can’t believe another week has flown by…time goes fast for those of us living here. I was busy all week with activities…Tues. Bible Study night…Wed. calling Bingo night…Thurs. playing Mah Jongg night, Friday Bingo night…Sat,Sun, and Mon, are free evenings. Thank God!
This week we had a memorial service on Friday for our Manager who was killed on Monday…it was a sad service. He died the day before his 60th birthday. He had a motorcycle accident.
Today we had a story telling session and the man who spoke told us how he got started…he sent off surveys to all his family and asked questions for them to answer….He had thousands of pics. to put into his books…he has done 3 full blown memory books for his family…he brought them to our class to show us. His talk was so interesting. I think he motivated some of them to get started on their memoirs.
Beautiful day here in Vero Beach. It didn’t rain yet. I think it passed over. sunset is lavender/pink. I still haven’t gotten Frank any new shoes. His old ones don’t fit him anymore. We are going to go to two new places on Monday to see if they can fit his feet to their shoes…
Daughter is coming to visit next weekend. I may have time for another blog next week; we’ll see. We love to take in a movie or two on the weekends.
God Bless, everyone!
Don gave us $150 to pay for the appreciation party last Monday. The pizza is ordered; the drinks are cooling in the frig. We have the menu planned, and we have door prizes to give away. Everyone will have a nice time. We even had fancy appreciation/thank you certificates made. The tables were set up today and table cloths cover them. The party is Tuesday at 11:30 am. Today is Monday.
Don took his motorcycle out this morning. He never made it back. He was killed in a freak accident; he lost control of the bike.
Don was our lead manager at the Isles. He wanted to show appreciation for those who volunteer right along side the managers, doing little things to make other residents happy and comfortable. Thank you, Don, for caring.
We pray for you family and their loss. We will honor you tomorrow at the party you planned.
Death is never planned. It comes unexpectedly most of the time. I always hope the deceased knew the Lord. Are you going to heaven? How do you know? There is only one way to get there: Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and you will be saved…for eternity…in heaven…with the angels and the saints…and the Lord. It says so in the Bible: John 3:16 and other verses.
My favorite things are my stroller, my bear, and my yellow bow in my hair. My mommy is nice, but I am sort of afraid of the man my mommy tells me is my daddy. He came home this year from the war. I don’t know where he was, but mommy and i would send letters every day.
I watched mommy catch a mouse in her shoe. She was brave. She ran into the bathroom and threw the mouse into the pot. I hope it goes down the drain. I am afraid to sit there now; the mouse may come back and bite my butt.
Last night it was light outside, but I had to go to bed. All the other kids were outside playing, but mommy said it was bedtime. I cried. I didn’t want to go to bed.
There are many people living in this house with me and mommy. My granny, my pop, two aunts, two uncles, two cousins and us. Now that daddy is home, we are going to move next door to a new house. This house is crowded.
When I wake up in the morning, I smell biscuits. My granny cooks in the kitchen and I watch her, but she gets up really early to make the biscuits. My room is over the kitchen.
This year I want a doll for Christmas. Last year I got my teddy bear. He sleeps with me and goes everywhere I go. I love him. I still want a doll.
It’s just a picture of a rose, but it has so much meaning. This rose reminds me of a friend named Anne who lived in a coach house in Baltimore. She grew roses by the hundreds in the front of her quaint little home on Bolton Hill. There was a gated wrought iron fence around her property that highlighted the beauty of the rose bushes. People would always stop as they passed her home. Sometimes someone would open the iron gate and sit awhile on her porch while she served lemonade. Anne was a quiet soul who suffered in silence. She was a powerhouse at the office, often walking to and from work past the resting place of Edgar Allan Poe. She worked tirelessly while she put her husband through law school and had his two children to adore him. After he became important, she lost him to a friend; her children became rebellious, and she never sat on the porch again. One night she had a glass of wine and a sleeping pill. The roses died that year and I never saw her again. I know she has a rose garden in Heaven, a porch to sit on, and a cold pitcher of lemonade ready for visitors.
Photo was taken in Sedona, AZ at the foot of a church built into the red rocks. The sight (site) is magical! Hope you enjoy the photo and think of the Lord. He is always the solid rock…the one who is faithful and ever-present. “I know who goes before me, I know who stands behind; the God of angel armies is always by my side.” I love that song and the lyrics…Do you?