Thursday June 23 2016  ON OUR WAY TO 44

Our 43^rd anniversary lived in a blur.  But at least it was a long blur.  Up at 4:45 a.m. and all the signs were posted by 7:00 a.m.  I’ll either never forget this anniversary or by the end of the garage sale I will have forgotten the entire past three days for my own self preservation.  And if I succeed (in self preservation) tomorrow we will be on our way to number 44.

The grandsons were dropped off about 5:30 p.m. and we were still helping customers.  We did a night out on the town which meant eating at Subway, then to MacDonald’s for about a one hour play time on MacDonald’s inside playground, topped off by a soft-serve cone.  And the day is almost over.  And I am so tired I can barely type. My sister just called as I finished writing the last sentence.  She wanted to see if I was still alive.  Barely.

My right shoulder is totally useless. I can barely type.  So will cut this short.

TO ANOTHER IT IS NEW

By Kathleen Martens

June 23, 2016

I am so tired

I can barely think.

I need a soft bed

In which to sink.

Long and interesting

The day pressed forward,

And now to bed

I’m pressing toward.

And the dollars dribbled in,

I care not to count.

Or even to discover

The total amount.

I must save my energy

To last two more days,

And then I’ll discover

If it was worth the pay.

I received pennies

On the dollar.

But it’s not the lack of profit

That makes me holler.

The greatest joy

I do believe

Is knowing others will love

What they receive.

And better yet still

As I bid my goods adieu,

That though to me my treasure was old,

To another, it is now new.

Thank You God for one day down and only two more to go.

Thank You for Your protection throughout this day.

Lord, I give You thanks ahead of time for the healing you will bring to my shoulder.

Thank You Lord for jalapeño peppers.