The bulletin and sermon are printed and in the mail, done for another week. The church was once again totally empty, nice and quiet. However, there were two trucks in the parking lot. I think they were working on the building at the other side.
On April 15 I pulled out my pouch of yarn for the photo of the day. I am grateful for the hobby (or art) of crocheting. It serves a couple of purposes. It is relaxing and as I work on a project, normally for one of my great grandchildren, I think of them at each stitch with love and gratitude that they are a part of my life. I don’t see them much but I love them all the same. Thinking of them is at least some comfort. It’s also nice to be creative.Yesterday I picked up the dogs’ medicine. At dinner time when I got around to opening it, I found that there was only one pill for each when I had ordered three for each. I called the office this morning and found that I was charged for three each so I went by after I left church this morning and picked up the other two. After that, Bob and I stopped at White Castle for carry out brunch.
When we got home, I started on the laundry. I also worked on an article I am putting in the newsletter this month. That took an hour or so.
I learned yesterday that we are starting up the food pantry now at church. It will be curbside which, of course, is totally different than we usually do but it will work. They will be sticking to all of the rules, the distancing and the masks and gloves. They will be prepacking the boxes instead of folks choosing their own supplies. They are using a smaller crew due to some differences in how they will sign people in. Anyway, I updated the information on the church online calendar so that some people will know about the change.
As Bob and I returned from my project at church and the stop for our brunch, I drove by the park to look for a photo of the day. Whenever I visit the park, I am calmed by the nature that is there. In the day light it appears to be comforting and offers a visit with nature and the Higher Power. My month of gratitude shot for today is the shelter house and its artistic views.I got a surprise this afternoon. Both Mick and Lowell stopped by to get some tools out of the garage. We all stayed over six feet apart and that was fine ‘cause I got a look at both of them. It gave me a boost that will last for a few days.
The word is feelings. Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so, you apologize for the truth, Benjamin Disraeli. When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy, Rumi. Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart, C. S. Lewis. Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell, Jean Paul. Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away, George Eliot. A little kingdom I possess, where thoughts and feelings dwell; And very hard the task I find of governing it well, Louisa May Alcott. Even as a child I felt in my heart two opposite emotions: the horror of life and the ecstasy of life, Charles Baudelaire. Butterflies are but flowers that blew away one sunny day when Nature was feeling at her most inventive and fertile, George Sand. Without feelings of respect, what is there to distinguish men from beasts? Confucius. See to it that each hour's feelings, and thoughts, and actions are pure and true; then will your life be such, Henry Ward Beecher.
I thought this story was much lighter than other things we have been hearing and reading. Recently there was a lost dog with a story. It had been “dropped off” at a local police sub-station. Whoever left it behind had been sure to see that it’s only possessions, a harness, leash and collar with tags was left in the pup’s possessions. The tag said her name was “Sadie”. A Columbus police officer found the dog as she went in to work. She made an all out effort to return the dog to it’s owner. She was able to do some investigation from the information found on the tags that were with the dog. The officer took the dog to MedVet and found that the dog was microchipped. There were two phone numbers on a microchip but no answer. Messages were left. The officer even drove around the neighborhood asking people if they had seen the dog. She also contacted the Dispatch. To continue in the events as they unfolded. One of the messages was answered. The lady on the other end said she had given the dog away about five years earlier; she offered to try to find the contact. She sent a message through social contact and was able to give the person who responded the officer’s number. The person said she had lived on a horse farm near the police station. The dog was lost in that same area. She said she looked everywhere but couldn’t find the dog, she thought something sad may have happened to her. She also said she had since moved to Virginia and wouldn’t be able to come for the dog for quite a while. The officer decided to take “Callie” to Virginia. The officer’s mother lived near Callie’s owner. She made the six hour drive on Easter. On Monday, Callie and her lost owner were reunited . . .
We are having spaghetti and meatballs, banana turnovers and garlic bread for dinner.
Joy
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