Trepidations

Tuesday is Silver Sneaker day, the exercise I like.  The rain was dissipating by the time we exited the rec center.  We did the usual errands and came home.  I picked up the branches I had trimmed from the trees and borrowed the extended trimmer from Wanda to cut the upper branches that rub the roof and top of the side of the house above our bedroom.  I would say that the  grating sound bothered me, but that would be false.  I don’t even know if there is a sound.  Regardless, I cut the branches I wanted and loaded them into the trailer.  I really have trouble looking up for any length of time.  I almost feel like I will get dizzy and fall.  I have to find the spot above and then look down for a while.  The blessing is that the long cutter has a hook on the end that I can put over the branch to cut.  Of course this if followed by pulling on the rope to cut the branch.  That hurts my hand if the branch is very thick.  It is a struggle but not impossible.  In our earlier errands, I bought more 24 ounce cans of imported Mexican beer because I need more for our party next weekend.  I also need more Malbec to take to Texas.  I am beginning to dread packing for the trip.  To make matters worse, we must pack separate suitcases to take on the airplane to fly to Miami to board the cruise trip.  Come to think of it, it is perhaps even more difficult to take them on the MARTA to get to the airport in Miami.  Having fun is a lot of work!

Wednesday I talked Marty into going to play golf at Iron Tree as a warm up for tomorrows trip to the High Vista Country Club.  We went early and were pleased that there was no fog.  We both played poorly, so the warm up was in vain.  We were home shortly after noon.  I sometimes gather up the recyclable bottles and cans as my paltry way of being a good steward of our Creator’s earth.  Marty drives on the short trip and is gracious enough to allow me to put the glass, plastic bottles and cans in her trunk in a plastic bag of course.  Today, as we rode around the course, she cut her hand in 2 places trying to move the bag.  Neither of us knew there must have been a broken bottle in the bag.  She found some band aids and played on.  I watched some of the final Cubs game of the year.  They lost 100 games but have used some young talented players, reviving the favorite Cub fan’s phrase, “Wait ‘’till next year!”  We will be waiting although they will never get to another World Series.  The highlight of the day was the Presidential debate.  I was delighted about how aggressive and clear Romney was and how jaded Obama’s comments were.  The man told the same lies 3 times.  I think I will give some more money to the campaign if Romney continues to show his strength.  We are praying daily for him to win the election but always adding “Thy will be done”.  The way we have abused God and His Word makes it likely He will—or has--abandoned our nation.  We know what we deserve but pray that God’s mercy will prevail.  On the human level we worry about the outcome but trust God to help us pack for our sojourn south as we await His decision.