Flittering and Fluttering, A Whole Lot of Shakin' Going On

 Once again fog has rolled down the mountains and across our valley. I had a prime seat from the upstairs front room. Just as Mike was finishing up with our yard the rains came down giving flowers, tomatoes and greasy beans a good refreshing. Rumor has it we will get rain this afternoon. We didn't quite know what to do with ourselves last night because our routine is watering everything and I dead head roses when I can. The stupid Japanese beetles are back just taking room up on this earth with their destructive appetites for food and for s3x. 

I cannot tell you how flattered I am by all the job offers and yes, several Who's Who chances I have. When Best Buy is interested in what I can offer in this tight business season, you know it is a scam. I could understand Target thinking I had the best to offer this work from home opportunity with maternity leave. I wonder if that would somewhat cover dealing with feral cats? Now TEMU will pay big bucks for me to work just 15 minutes a day. As the old joke reminds us, I would think What's That would be more interested in me than Who's Who.  

Why is always seem like every important phone call I get comes when I go to Ingles. Wednesday, we were in Weaverville doing the grocery thing when my phone rang. Actually, it buzzed cause it was on silent. I was surprised because texts and calls seem to never get through when at Ingles. It was from the cardiologist office and I struggled to find a spot where I could hear what they said clearly as well as a spot where my responses could be heard by them. I have a couple of decisions to make concerning the next step but I do believe I will go the familiar route I taken before. So again, after our communication through the patient portal I am awaiting a call. Maybe I should head over to Ingles except I don't think it works when you're trying to get the call back. 

Good news, I didn't have to go to Ingles to make the call happen. The call came Friday afternoon. I am scheduled next week for a cardioversion. My nick name for the procedure is, Chaka Khan.

 I believe this is my seventh or eighth one. Good news, I don't have to do the TEE thing the day before. I just saw there is a TEE appointment included with the cardioversion. Ugh, but I do feel better they will do that. In Houston that was the way they did it, before the procedure itself. All this caught me a little by surprise. The heart monitor reveal, I was in continual arterial flutter the whole time. Seems I can detect afib better than aflutter. No wonder I felt at times like my heart was shaking. Just like afib for me, the night time was the right time to experience those thumps and now knowing, flutters. There have been more than I want to count nights that I get up to help everything inside slow down a bit and not have to work so hard. After a couple of hours with things calmer it is back to the bed. I noticed tiring quicker and circulation not as good as it has been. Some of that has to do with my nocturnal early mornings. I was just a little tempted not to have the procedure done but while waiting for the call back my time was spent researching why this wasn't caught with the echo or the EKG in the Dr office. Mayo Clinic to the rescue answering all the questions that had been popping up. This aflutter is usually caused by stress and I internalize a lot of stress related matters. So...that's where all this is of now. 

Friday, I did something that I haven't done in a long time. I ordered a few things from the Anniversary Sale at Nordstrom. Got Roy some new shoes and a pair of dressier pants for me, well, dressier than jeans. Ordered Roy pants from Macy's. He doesn't need nicer pants too often but wow such a deal. We are attending a wedding in Sept and it is dressy casual which we love, so a great time to find things. 

Last night I went out to the greasy bean trellis and low and behold I saw one bean pod. Then much to my surprise I saw a few more. I called out to Roy and asked if he would bring a basket to me. It is nearly filled and told the beans will be de-stringed. So thankful for friends who gave me advice on how to fix them. Good ol' Facebook to the rescue again as well as texts and messages. The purple beans didn't do as well or they might be purple hull peas but we will wait and see. Meanwhile he was picking blackberries and they are full and plump. Must be all the rain and sun we've received this summer. 

A quick note, The Trio and The Boys are trying to find some kind of truce and it seems to be working. Willie, took himself into timeout for a couple of weeks but he is back with the crowd. Baxter, who is willing to leap tall buildings or so it seems has been a bad boy. No cat ever in the history of cats in our home have ever jumped up on the industrial catch all table in the middle of the kitchen. His job to procure cherry tomatoes and a few blackberries for soccer practice in the kitchen. Sprayed him with water and told him no. Then the great idea of putting Vicks around the edge of the plates came to me and that welcomed fragrance of the good old vapor rub helped us breath better and deter any cat ideas of absconding with said tomatoes. Since they all know the kitchen counters are off base Baxter found a loophole. The Trio still have some teenager in them but we have noticed a few more naps and praise be, longer naps from them. 

When Rivers Run Through Things

 My heart breaks for the families who have lost loved ones in the central Texas flash floods. We are so familiar with all those areas. Dude ranch vacation when we were kids, went to college in San Marcos, when Roy was in law school this is where we would take our limited funds vacation days, and my parents lived in Georgetown TX for several years. So many friends live in that area now and it is good to have FB to keep up with their situations. All are safe so far. The pictures are too familiar because Helene left WNC in that same torn up condition and the aftermath that continues on nearing the year anniversary. Camps in the Hill Country are like the camps held here in Montreat and Black Mountain area. I never went to Camp Mystic or Waldemar or Heart of the Hills. We were firmly invested in camps through the church, GA and junior camp. Well, invested is not the term I would have used but those were my camp opportunities. I wasn't too fond of those week long camps held at Peach Creek Baptist Assembly which now goes by another name with no Southern Baptist affiliation...I think. Just looked it up and that land is part of a state park. Comments were interesting so many talking about attending camp there over the years in the 1960s. I started enjoying camp while in high school. I started going to church where my friends attended and had a blast. Making friends at Westbury Baptist was difficult for me. Our family attended the off time Sunday School and service, so when there were youth group activities that my father forced me to go to, I didn't really have anyone to hang out with. Also, I was a strange and offbeat type of kid so even if we went to the popular time for Sunday School, I don't think that would have helped. Oops, I kind of got off track but these hill country camps have been life-changing for generations of girls. The introduction of those who you'll meet later on in college etc...is the foundation that networks, alliances and sororities that will come later on in life have provided an advantage because of the chance opportunity to meet beginning at age 7 in the hill country at camp. I am praying for those families and for all who have lost so much over the July 4th weekend. 

I found the link to Texas Monthly that I read a long time ago. Published in 1975 and written by Prudence McIntosh. I might still have one of her books on the Dallas area. 

https://www.texasmonthly.com/being-texan/the-greatest-experience-of-your-life/?fbclid=IwQ0xDSwLYBHdleHRuA2FlbQIxMQABHq_WiXNHavXDXb_FPEFch1YS2Pm1LeZKZOUSsG90yC6X3tsh7GNfY1ep2MH_aem_v5Sr2issopUtPuGgBTjV7w

The link may or may not work but you can go to the Texas Monthly website and look through the archives. It is worth the read if you like stories, traditions and the like. I remember a family that lived on our street while growing up. The dad was an architect, home filled with children, and always covered in chaos. It was a loud home and it was so interesting to experience this because our home was quiet, little rowdiness tolerated and our mom didn't shut her bedroom door on the mess happening in the rest of the house nor did our mom drink to ease the edge of her nerves of a house in pandemonium. My mom didn't drink although I fear her two kiddos might have made her think about a drink. Ha! This home of what some neighbors called, the "itinerate Catholics" was a main topic of neighborhood gossip. Then, this dad put the house up for sale because he had bought a home in Memorial (wealthy part of Houston) and now the kids could go to a better class of parochial schools. My dad at our dinner table one night said, well, they'll be house poor living there and they won't be able to furnish their home like they ought. He continued that he and mom had decided they would rather have nice furniture than live in a fancy house. Okay, y'all, there is so much wrong with that statement. Even as a kid who spoke her mind, I knew not to contradict what he believed, first of all because we didn't have "nice" furniture. Well, it was nice but it wasn't Ethan Allen nice and that is what he was referring to. The living room furniture didn't match being a hodge podge of early American. With the exception of our parent's bedroom furniture which now would be called mid century modern, we were a hodge podge , what was on sale, home. When the architect family moved, the daughters began going to camp in Kerrville but don't remember which camp. I had heard through friends they had loved going to camp but felt they needed to upgrade themselves before the next year. Funny how things come to mind from the long ago while keeping up with coverage of the recent tragedy. 

Through the years I've known many women who are the results of going to camps in Kerrville. Even the most edgy woman who didn't quite fit in the mold that maybe grandparents and parents wanted to instill in her to consolidate her comfortable future; they carry themselves differently than from the rest. One such friend made some very poor decisions in marriage partners. Last I heard she was on marriage number four, but each time...except maybe for the third one, she married well and while selective in her "requirements" to others she was able to withstand her wayward dreams and mostly lived a dilettante existence. Like I said at the beginning of this post, camps in Kerrville were not on any list of what would I like to do kind of thing. Nothing like attending Baylor or anything. 

The scenes along the river and throughout the hill country are so reminiscent of the damage and destruction of Helene. Because I was so sick during all that time I knew it was bad but I didn't know how bad until later. Clean up is moving along in Texas and it took some time for that to begin here. I just saw the number of missing people has risen to 161. Be so close to Texas, Lord. 

 

Pet Peeves (Again) and Other Assorted Thoughts

 Over the years I have written on my pet peeves that have to do with doing everyday life. Grocery stores, parking lots, mini vans, various options and experiences at churches and the like. I've written on authors I like, books I've read and those on my TBR list or in many cases my TBR stack. Some things are excessive in that there are five desks located in various rooms for various purposes. There used to be more because there were desks in each of the guest bedrooms. Quickly the realization that not all love a desk came to me, so the excessive desks went to Habitat store. One of those remaining is a secretary kind of thing that I haven't used as a desk for quite some time, since our Rancho de Five days. Now we store cat toys and such so The Boys and The Trio can't get to things. I do believe that God, who is Holy and Mighty, has a sense of humor. So, below are things that bug me, but came to me as funny when we did this last Sunday at the Presbyterian Church, it didn't bug me.

• Let us stand to honor the reading of God's Word is said a lot at the beginning of a sermon yet we don't stand if he adds some verses to reinforce the point he is making. What, we don't honor God's Word then? Let's be consistent, not part of a show. Standing for the reading of God's Word has been a long standing practice in most Presbyterian churches. We participated in that tradition Sunday morning. No one had that more spiritual look on their faces, it simply was this is how we do it and have done it for nigh these many years. 
• Kyle Lake taught on prayer years ago and he was tragically taken from this earth too early due to the baptistry not being wired correctly. He said you can add to the list of taking the Lord's name in vain, besides cussing, church people over saying His Name every other word. We don't treasure, respect and hold sacred His powerful name. He also wrote about praying His Name in vain when someone from the stage wants to move from opening to offertory, pre preaching, post preaching, invitation, after invitation prayer and closing dismissal prayer. I've known people to use prayer to quiet a room, then pray one minute later. Which one was the real prayer? EM Bounds, a prayer warrior and author, calls those prayers professional prayers. We had a lot of prayers on Sunday but each one was more than moving to the next thing in the bulletin, there was a purpose not a proposal of praying cause you don't know how to handle the moment. We had responsive reading and we said scripture together. Nothing new under the sun but it was refreshing.

Like I wrote in the first paragraph these are things and yes there are more, but two is enough, have bothered me for years and years, even pre North Carolina. Just reminded with the plethora of visiting speakers at church before the interim guy came. 

I was thinking this morning about characters that would need to be in a novel based on church people. Ya gots to have all the kinds, for sure. The insecure, the gossipy,  You need a character, male or female, that knows the scripture that sizes up their practicing beliefs and productive legalism, and knows Robert's Rules of Order by heart. Procedure and Patriarchs, Pastoral Epistles and passion...light on the passion is all this saint needs to equip a meeting. See how Baptist I can be, alliteration is always welcomed for points and emphasis. This is not a well thought out character needs list but wanted to get this down so I wouldn't forget. It is more like a running character list of foibles and qualities. Over the years there have been a few works of fiction where a pastor or deacon or leader does something to almost ruin a church but then the miraculous happens, repentance and rejoicing to carry on after a setback. Being sneaky doesn't win the day. Another option in this genre is, the pastor's wife doing underhanded stuff...then repentance and rejoicing. 

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This morning I got up a little bit after 5:00 am. We have found that if Roy brings me coffee I will stay upstairs and not disturb his quiet time. So, Roy brought the coffee and I was mesmerized by the changing scene of the skies from my view in the front room. The prettiest formation of clouds combined with pink skies changing into grayish blue and capped off with a rolling fog that was mere minutes instead of hours like usual. I used my new Bible to read and mark verses and I also learned a few new phrases, studies and updates from X. Baxter, Mr Mo and GMoey kept me company. In fact when I opened the bedroom door this morning all six were sitting at the door. Immediately, I checked on Roy cause they usually hang out with him in the early mornings. 

  

July 4th from years gone by...twenty years ago I was in the process of preparing for a hysterectomy the next day. We usually spent the 4th at Lake Bain, the end of cousin's camp for the family. Always so much fun to be with Peggy and the extended family, related and non-related. I also didn't know if the tumor seen on the ultrasound was malignant or benign. Twenty years later I know, benign. Last year we kind of knew that Sister probably wouldn't make it. Sister was one of the siblings to The Trio, we actually brought her in first. She  didn't and we found her partially in a blanket with one paw stretched out, like she was reaching for the hand of Jesus to take her to kitty heaven. The Feral Family has two in the garage, Beanie and Coco. Fido was in there as well, but he left after breakfast. Beanie and Coco are catching up on food and rest. 

Keeping informed and staying in prayer for Kerrville and the Texas Hill Country. Scenes from along the river and water intrusions into downtowns and neighborhoods reminds me of what we saw happening from Helene here in WNC. 

Sleuthing and Stuff

 Nancy Drew Monarch here and my sleuthing on the patient portal through appointment notes gave me a sense of direction of where health-wise things might be going. In my unprofessional opinion. Anyway, I got the doctor's review of the notes and I wasn't too far off in my findings. Not dire but not good, not normal but not abnormal.  Ned Nickerson I mean Roy and I celebrated the "gray" news by picking up lunch while out and about. Well, we were going to do that anyway. Definitely, there is work to be done and I am waiting for my lab approval to get bloodwork taken care of. A lot of stress has been relieved and that is always a key part of the puzzle in all these years of a heart journey. Oh and heat but I am trying my best to stay cool, you know like a cool kid. 

Since Willie has taken over my project desk, I have gone a new direction. Amazon to the rescue with a small rolling/adjustable table by the day bed. Got things moved around a bit last night and also went through stuff for another trip to drop off at Habitat store. With Willie using the project desk for all naps and down time, it has helped with his going to the bonus room at night with GMoey and Mr Mo. I think The Trio gets on his nerves. He used to get on GMoey and Mr Mo's nerves. It's all cyclical. 

After supper last night, we planned to go outside and continue tying up tomato plants and cages, water a few things and pick up some yard cuttings that we let dry out. Our plans changed when the rain showers began, they picked up and added hard rain to the mix and not to be left out, the wind came in blowing things and plants thither and yon. Lots of thither and yon. Blew over the bean trellis and some of those unsecured tomato plants. 

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Yesterday, we went to First Presbyterian Church in Weaverville. We had been there a couple of years ago for a Christmas program and then for a Christmas Eve service. Architecturally, we've seen it but God added a little extra to it. As soon as we parked the car and started for the church, they began ringing the bell. A rock/stone church right out of a Hallmark movie, complete with the musical accompaniment. The church is very near Main Street so the surrounding homes are older homes that reminded me of my Grandparent's home and their walking to church. The music meaningful to the sermon and beautiful. The sermon was good and came with fill in the blank type notes. Roy filled his out I was so focused on the sermon I didn't want to break that with note taking. The people very friendly and of course the inside of the church itself, beautiful. Saw a couple of friends and got to visit with them a little. Roy even dressed Presbyterian, translated dress pants, wingtips and pressed shirt. We were Bapterians Roy's last year and a half in law school. His study group was on Sunday mornings so I attended church alone. Every Sunday the same question with that look of, are y'all still together? Got tired of it so we attended Grace Presbyterian because the pastor was such a good Bible teacher and nobody knew us. That way whether we were there together or me by myself, no questions. Oh, but then I discovered the organist at the church was awesome and loved her prelude and postlude. This coming Sunday we haven't decided where to attend, but we are working on that. 

Today is the day we brought in The Trio, just temporarily of course. They stayed out on the back porch in a little play pen meant for cats. So little and oh so cute. We gave them numbers because we knew as soon as we named them, they would be ours. We searched for fosters but everyone was full so we began the adventure with some little two and a half or three week old kittens. Round the clock bottle feedings, getting the fleas taken care of and the all important rear end help all young kittens need from their moms. Buster and Chubola exceled in taking to soft food and liquids. Baxter brought up the rear in finally eating from a dish and once he began he hasn't stopped. As you can see we named them eventually and they claimed us as waiter and waitress. Mostly, they are good cats but every once in a while the call of adventure reaches out and there are messes to pick up and temptations are placed in a drawer. The Trio get on Willie's nerves and his reaction is usually an upset stomach. Several weeks ago it was an all nighter with him but he has settled down and for this we give thanks. Baxter and Mr Mo are the jealous cats, Buster loves taking naps by me in the afternoons when I read, GMoey gets along with everyone and Chubola, she gets her own description but she is the only girl. That about says it totally. She loves to play and she is getting more comfortable jumping up on our laps for pets but she does not stay long. Buster follows her around but lately he has let up on the constant patrol. Baxter loves Roy and Roy made Baxter his own sleeping spot on his desk. 

We are having foggy mornings of late and it kind of reminds me of August mornings. 

Nancy Drew and The Mystery of a Patient Portal

 In my best Nancy Drew writing voice I'm about to tell the story of The Secret Report or The Mystery of a Patient Portal. Monday marks two weeks since my echo/stress test with no results actually conveyed. Roy and I were outside in the early evening when the delivery of the heart monitor arrived. This time three days wearing. Once we got back inside, I got to thinking about the report and the lack of correspondence from the cardiologist office in the recent week. Before closing down my computer last night I signed onto the patient portal remembering the notes of each visit posts rather quickly. I went through the the options and came across the  notes from both the office visit and the echo/stress test visit at the hospital. Not all of my questions are answered but I feel more confident the direction my heart health is taking, at least in my mind. Since the test I have adjusted a few things to see if there is a better result and some of those changes seem to be making a difference. I've also adjusted the Bible verses I am reading and believing that God will answer my prayer and honor His Word. Maybe, I'll share later but I will share this. Several months ago while finishing up teaching Exodus, I took a little detour into Numbers. In Numbers 21:17-18, the Israelites come to a spring of water...The Bible says the people sang unto the well. They were expressing thanksgiving and gratitude to the Lord and several commentaries say while singing to this particular spring, they were also singing to remind themselves the next time they were looking for provision. In their case, water. I remember saying to the class when there are problems, things we don't understand, we can thank God that He knows and we should sing to our problem or needed answer. This morning I have been singing and I plan on more music playing in the house. Roy has been playing The Psalms accompanied by music in the morning and evening. This is so different for Roy because music doesn't mean that much to him but I love seeing this change. Community Bible Study is studying The Psalms in the fall. Maybe I will join an online class. 

This has been a week with more freedom to take care of stuff around here since I have additional time. I stepped aside from teaching for the summer and will re-access health and other things in September. Since I was enjoying a book on the Psalms, I'll continue to read it. I decided to order a new Bible because the one I use for teaching is just that. Sometimes, not always, there is a difference in how God speaks when you are studying to teach than when you are reading and studying for that quiet time with the Lord. And this is the best, I found a new NLT Bible on Thrift books that has a center reference column which I love! And the cover is pink and gold. 

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Seems strange that usually this time I am in the Sunday School room waiting for the class to arrive. Today, I'm sitting here at the computer in my jammies. I made a list of architectural churches we want to visit this summer and maybe add a couple of just regular churches, even different denominations.  There are a lot, more than I thought, but there are a lot of independent Baptist churches in the area. 

Our attention is on the Men's College World Series as we root for LSU. If Roy hadn't gone to LSU we would probably be rooting for Coastal Carolina. With the temps being what they are both teams are used to hot and humid weather. We are having to acclimate to this hot weather for the month of June. We are having temps in the 90's and that is July or August temperatures. 

LSU won! Yay! 

A little rain shower has moved through and we are hoping that will help. Roy has gotten things gathered to take the trash down to the road. Oh and it is recycle week. The power washer guys come tomorrow afternoon. 

This week I cleaned out a couple of boxes and much to my surprise I found CDs from Houston's First Baptist Choir, the songs I love so much and define in a huge way that time in my life. I have been singing so much this weekend. I had a small CD player that I used for choir here but since we haven't had a choir in a long time, who knows where the player went. Roy ordered a player so I could listen and of course sing along. What a great surprise! I know I wrote a little about this in the first paragraph but it is such a special thing. 

Cats, Stories, and Produce Stands

 The song Fare Thee Well keeps rolling around in my brain. Guess I've heard it several times in the past few days since discovering the two CD set of the Houston's First Baptist Choir in a box in the back of a bedroom closet. I remember Gerald telling us, it is not a fare thee well as a goodbye but may you fare well in that great getting up morning. 

Ours is a battle of keeping the flowerbeds weeded. It is an impossible task cause the weed coalition is strong. Some of the flowerbeds we admit defeat and have just turned them back over to the wild side but we are vigilant in our task in the beds we are trying to keep clear. We mistook a weed for the ever present four 'clock that fills our side flowerbed. So, we will be getting to that sooner than later. 

The above came up in FB memories this morning and coincidently I was thinking this very thought yesterday. The stories that make up our lives become more compact, a little more organized and a whole lot shorter than the stories we talked of just ten years ago. Basically, our natural lives here are a compilation of short stories that define us or we make the stories define us or we are looking for a new definition and do a lot of editing. Also the natural progression of forgetting plays a part. 

Part of the stories of my life will be that I am easily entertained and amused. Like yesterday, we went to the DMV to get the license tag for the Mustang. Afterwards, we went next door to the huge and above average Ingles. Wow! Presentation of products is through the roof beautiful. The dull beige and brown tones that accompany anything Ingles was dwarfed by the displays and the openness of the store. Of course our basket or buggy as is said here, was filled with all those products that makes it look like we are shopping as college students. Popcorn  and  Pepsi products. We stopped by church and while Roy turned in his deacon book, he rolls off June 30th, and his VBS t-shirts, I stayed in the truck. Good thing cause I got a call from the cardiologist office to do another stent with a heart monitor. Got all the instructions again and by this time Roy had returned. We went to exciting Publix where the atmosphere was totally weird, but it was Wednesday and the all important discount makes people do crazy things. While doing all of these things, I was talking with another representative from the cardiologist office because I had received a text that I had an appointment that morning. Clearly, I knew nothing about that appointment but everything got resolved. I left a message with the nurse of my doctor again asking why my results have not been given to me if the NP had someone call last Thursday but with the wrong answer to the reason for the stress test and echo. I'll remain proactive but I'm getting ready to tell them I am about to release Roy on them. He has the time and patience to deal with tedious things and he doesn't give up. I had a great day after a bit of a blip with afib in the night on Tuesday. 

 Our prodigal cat is home! Coco hasn't been around for about two weeks. There might have been a sighting from someone down the road but the pic was blurry. Last night Roy was making his last rounds to make sure the Feral Fam had water and a little dry food and there she was waiting by the door. She has slept mostly and hasn't missed any wet food offerings for those who visit the garage once or twice a day. Fido came in with her. He has been rather regular again to show up for meals and want to spend the night in the garage. In other cat news, We have trouble a brewin' in our own home. It seems Willie and Mr Mo are upset with one another. Willie won't go to bed in the bonus room and now Mr Mo is hiding and he has some really good hiding place because we could not find him. He finally showed his face for supper but he thought he saw Willie. Back upstairs. I will go up there in a bit but we're thrilled he is not hurt or dead in his hiding. 

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This morning we headed over to Duckett's Produce for some Lou Lou salsa and whatever else she has been canning of late. We got some tomato sauce and vegetable soup. Also, peaches, tomatoes and those delicious little plums. We were able to also stop at Clementine's in downtown Canton. The same people own it but it is more clothing now with a few pieces of jewelry as well as paper goods...stop drooling Nancy, and local artists creations. I didn't stay long but I didn't leave empty handed. We came home to indoor and outdoor cats acting like it has been a week since they last ate. Fido came running across the yard leaving his cool retreat in the fir trees. Everyone has settled in for a nap, including Roy. 

We are finishing up the last bucket of strawberries for the season. Seems like strawberry season went by so quickly this year. It was a good season and now peach season is upon us. 

Celebrations and Echoes

 I streamed the Celebration of Life service for Gerald Ray Friday afternoon from Houston's First Baptist Church. His creative touches and his gift for helping us remember was so evident in the service. He had sat down with his daughter Kristy about a year ago to go through what music, who would speak and details planning for that great and glorious morning, fare thee well. The family sat in the center section and those who have been in Gerald's choirs over the years sat all around them. What a wonderful and thoughtful touch.

Being Gerald's choir at First Baptist was so special. That is when I started making friends at HFBC. Everyone told me that I should meet Peggy Bain cause we'd be good friends. She was recovering from major knee surgery and was out of choir for a while. We finally met at a Camp Sponsor meeting for Camp Houston. She came up to me all 5'1" to my 6' and said, heard you're funny. My very cool response, can be. She asked me to rewrite the words to Do You Love Me for the Clean Cabin Girls. Said, yep, I'll do it. I cannot tell you how excited I was, really thrilled and enthusiastic. Even call Roy from my car phone on a thirty minute plan cause why would I need more minutes? Told him I had finally met Peggy and that my friends is the start of a beautiful friendship. Yep, right there in choir, who knew? I loved the songs we learned even the ones that were loved by the musical type but not the average choir person. I was remembering the signs that Gerald had to help us with those memorized words. The video of Wonderful Name, yes I remembered to sing soft on the first Jesus just like many of you. Gerald had such a good reading voice. I told him once I would pay him to record reading a book cause his voice was so kind. Gerald told Peggy and me about all the tapes people sent to him of their singing or songs they wrote. If he didn't like them, he threw them out the window of the car. Peggy and I said if we ever recorded a tape for him we would call it, Going Out the Window With God. 

While our home was being built in Rancho de Five, my job was to go through stuff we had moved from the townhouse to the condo to discard or donate. I did one clean out early on and once we were closer to moving in to our new home, there had been delays due to shortages, I went through everything again. The wadded up Kleenex in a zip lock bag did not make it through the second round. If one looked closely enough a small note could be seen and if one was so inclined to be interested the small printing said, tissue used for drying my tears at Trevleyn's memorial service. That little Kleenex filled baggie was a remembrance that I needed to hold onto, for awhile, out of honor for her life, her love in serving her Lord and I just wasn't ready to say goodbye. We were not close but Peggy shared the greatest and funniest stories about Trev before she became so ill and the fatigue kept her from doing a lot of things. Joining choir was a such a time as this moment in life. It seemed so difficult to make friends in a large church and Sunday School was less than desirable for us. Too competitive on accumulating stuff, too much. I was a late bloomer in that regard. When I joined choir and when the CLC gym was built that is when we made friends and a big church felt less lonely. 

I have had all kinds of echocardiograms and stress tests beginning in 2009. They have come a long way technologically since then. In fact, this was the best experience ever and I have to tell you, I wasn't expecting that. I had to go to Mission Hospital to have the test done. From the front desk person to the nurses performing the tests I was so pleased, but when you have friends specifically praying for everything, all I could do was take in the wonder and blessings that the Lord gives. A humorous thing, I was sitting by an older woman in the waiting area, older than me and guessing she might be about 88 or so. Her phone rang and her ring tone was, The Thrill is Gone by BB King. If I was drinking water or anything, I would have spit it out laughing. Nurse Katherine came and got me from the waiting area and she said to Roy, we will try to have all this done in an hour, we will be overachievers. As we went toward the echo lab, I told her my husband will love that because he is an over achiever but as for me, I just chieve. No under or over for me, I am just a chiever. We hit it off, you know best friends for the hour or so and talked about a lot during all the prep. She asked me why I said my husband is an overachiever so I told her. Passed CPA exam the first time back in the olden days when you took all four parts of the exam over the course of two days. He went to grad school working full time and got a MBA in finance. Then he decided to apply for Law School and was accepted despite the fact he was in his early forties. He was laid off in the middle of law school but worked contract jobs, graduated and passed the bar on the first try. He was one of the first Accredited Petroleum Accounting holders in the county. He took the Certified Internal Auditor exam, given world wide and he was in the top five of over two thousand people that took the exam that year from around the world. His specialties, Sarbanes Oxley, Risk Control and Compliance. That is why he is an overachiever. She was blown away and after writing this afresh this morning, I am blown away too. I added my overachieving was being on time for my appointment. They did the echo and added all the stuff in my IV to make my heart react as if I were exercising. I needed to reach a certain number and I was about twelve points below where I needed it to be. So, I was pumping heart softies, pedaling my ankles and feet as well as doing a one landed jumping jack. I might keep checking out America's Funniest Videos to see if I am on cause it was foolish looking on that table with my left arm overhead. I got the number up to 129 and we ended the session, one point above the requirement. In the procedure I got to watch the screen as well as they explained or merely reported what they were seeing. The nurse said to me, if you had any other of the nurses here, they would have stopped everything in defeat and a long afternoon would be ahead of me going to the heart cath lab but she knew I could do it. The scheduler forgot to tell me not to take my beta blocker twenty four hours before. They left me to change back into my clothes and she would escort me out to the waiting room. Before taking me out there, she took me by the shoulders and told me, now who says they aren't an overachiever. We almost made the hour time limit but we were over just be a few minutes. A concern though, my BP was through the roof which is unusual for me. Most of the time my BP is normal or in a very low range. This was very high. They asked me if I was nervous for the test, no I said. Do you have something you are stressed over? Yes and Sunday night didn't help that. 

I was so tired afterwards and kind of hungry since I had to semi fast. We stopped to pick up a milkshake and then continued home. I was told my heart had just run the equivalent to a 5K race. Easy evening around home, even got to talk with Peggy for a few minutes.