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.  

Just Put a Ribbon in Your Hair and Act Happy

 Roy and I were riding around the countryside yesterday taking in all vibrant greens and the once plentiful blooms of spring have winnowed down into a few flowers here and there. Mostly, the flowers are along the roadside. My friend Inez told me once that her sister called them God's flowers. I agree whether He uses the wind, birds or squirrels for distribution. Several years ago in the ditch/culvert daylilies appeared. Mike never mows over them and what started as a small plant has grown into one that likes the wide open spaces. As we took all of this in, I made the comment about what a difference eleven years has made. In 2014 while here looking for a home to purchase I could not get over how many junkers I saw. Not classic cars or trucks but cars and trucks duct taped together or so it seemed. Now, there are more Lexis', BMWs', Mercedes, and the like hitting these back roads in the country. One of the other observations I made so long ago was over the price of groceries. There is a local to other southern states grocery store chain that was the queen bee for so long. Nothing, like having an H-E-B or Kroger in Houston where sales were good and eating was cheap, well cheaper than here. That in itself seems strange right here in the middle of produce fields and orchards. Then in 2017 Publix changed the landscape in the grocery world when it opened in Weaverville. The local store across the road from the new store, cleaned up and semi-modernized their store to compete against this latest foe. When store colors are brown and beige, it is hard to compete with green and white and yes bright interiors of Publix. Publix brought in more BOGOs to entice the unbelievers in. Some converted quickly and there are others who swear by the local store whose prices might be a little lower but not by much. Recently, local has advertised a few BOGOs but still penurious in sharing the discount. 

I realized this morning while attempting to put a bowl away in a bottom cabinet I bent over and looked like my Grandma B. What an honor of keeping the don't bend your knees tradition in our family. Need to start wearing a house dress to complete the total look. 

The heart monitor people called yesterday wondering why I hadn't activated the monitor. Well, because it hadn't arrived but blessed be the name of the Lord and He is a right on time God, as we were speaking it was delivered. I have this leftover symptom from the October sickness and every once in a while my rims of the eyelids want to stick together which kind of fuzzies things. Yesterday was a bad day for it and with all the books and notebooks littering the daybed I was having a difficult time of focusing on instructions and calling etc...  I read the booklet and finally put it all down because it would look different to me the next morning and so it did. My most difficult feat was getting the template in place. Roy had gone outside so I got a piece of handy dandy scotch tape and got that template taped and placed in order to get that monitor thing going. These monitors are getting easier and easier to use. Gone are the days of having to have a landline and calling in fits, bits and afibs for the record. I don't think I ever did one of those correctly nor the thirty day monitor I was wearing during the whole grief time when my mother passed away and her weird and odd graveside service. There are many changes in medicine these days; mainly ones I don't like but upgrading heart monitors...I am all in for change. 

I love this statement. It is a welcome thing to see a pastor encourage coming to the Word with expectancy. Many a time I've heard a pastor say things about reading the Bible that were merely aside comments, although that is where truth is found, doing year through the Bible programs and quiet times are boring. Maybe in an attempt to say hey, I'm no different...this is hard to do, the OT can be dust dry etc...heard once you could not go to the Word every time and think you would receive a joyful or exciting word or even an eye opening word, just do the duty of quiet time. I always think of this book from the 1950s on how to have a happy home. Just put a ribbon in your hair and act happy. 

What is left of the pasture land across the road has been doing all the hay prep work and last night while dead heading roses, I watched just like in times past, in awe of how the work is done. Grabbed a couple of quick pics because each time I see this happening I think this might be the last time. What talented farmers in that they were able to maneuver around the stakes in the field. Some of our tomato plants have little tiny tomatoes on them. Yay! The bell pepper plants are developing nicely as well. While I was at Bible study, Roy did some trimming and shaping up on several shrubs. Sometimes taking care of everything is overwhelming. Yet, we muster up the strength. We just came home with more zinnias.  

For This We Give Thanks

 In the past few months several Houston friends from long ago passed away. Although through the years we lost touch it was merely a case of being busy people who knew if we ran into one another we would just pick up where we last stopped. All three friends were joy bringers and that joy came in different ways. The first friend was so generous with time and resources. Oops, I just dropped into 1960's Baptist speak. She helped many in the academic world, in completing degrees at the university and college level. It certainly helped that it was also her line of work and passion. Funny as all get out. Just last week my church friend passed away from ALS. She too, funny as all get out. When Roy and I first joined HFBC, she and Buster invited us over for dinner. Had a blast, until her son brought out his pet hamster and wanted me to hold it. All things mice or rodent cousin related is not a good fit for me. In fact I had a fit of trying to get away. Years later we were in the same Bunko group and that whole group of friends were some of the funniest and funnest times ever. On Friday, Peggy called to let me know my third friend, Gerald Ray, had passed away. He had fallen, broken his hip and as many have in their 90's, can't have surgery. He held on for much longer than expected and friends came to see him and sing with him. You see, Gerald was the minister of music at Houston's First Baptist Church for twenty eight years. One of the most creative and talented people I have ever met. What a gift God gave him and he shared it with the world. His hymn sings were wonderful. Ever busy for the Kingdom even after retiring.   

We know we shall see them again and we rejoice in that, but we are saddened that we no longer have access to their brilliant minds, academically, comedy, and worship-wise. For their lives, we give thanks.

We will begin the Psalms this Sunday but I did an intro last week. Kind of set the foundation with knowing in the Psalms God is always the center of all 150 of them. Roy's reading plan has had him in Proverbs lately and he said, the Proverbs are wisdom based, the Psalms, God based. We start with Psalm 1and it lays out that use of comparison brilliantly. I have always loved tree verses so I am extremely happy this week while I study. Words that are pointedly drawing me in, delight, not so, and of course the trees. Planted and fruitful, not withering in time of drought. 

With the rain we've had these past few weeks, all the veggies and flower beds are doing well. Some of those tomato plants are so very tall. I have most everything else planted and last week dead headed roses on several front yard and most of the backyard roses. Have more to do, that's for sure. 

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Second day of hurricane season and all is well. This is the first time since moving here that the thought of being hurricane prepared has entered my mind. Got to check the expiration date of the Pop Tarts. This past week, the last week in May, had cooler temps than normal and for this we give thanks. Now, the pattern looks to be normal warm temps in the daytime. I'd say we broke even in getting spring chores done. Still many remain but not as many as last spring. 

Yesterday was homecoming Sunday and not one of us wore a mum. Well, only Texas people know when there is a homecoming football game or as it is referred to now, HOCO, that girls get larger than life, several flowery pounds of flowers on a ribbon and sash. It didn't seem any different from any other Sunday but we had lunch afterwards. Back in the day it would be called dinner on the grounds. I am really glad that fellowship lunches and fifth Sunday evening fellowships are back. That kind of died under our previous pastor's watch, until it was revived again by church members. Other ministry that was cut back is slowly but surely coming back. And for this we give thanks. 

The wheel moves slowly here and maybe always has, but for medical appointments and such, that has been my experience. Once you are in the system it speeds up a bit but not much. Had my cardiologist appointment. EKG looked good but in the late afternoon to early evenings I experience more heart thumps than beats. Supposed to get a monitor and be scheduled for stress test and echo. Got the call for the tests, but treadmill test had been ordered not the other kind. With head shoulder knees and toes and hips...haha, I know that it would not be a long test. So, back in touch with doctor office and also check on a monitor. In theory all was resolved except the actual possession of a monitor and the scheduling call. For this we give thanks.

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Made a quick trip to Burnsville today. It has been over a year since I have been there. Went to the new location of The Find Vintage Warehouse. Very cute things. We had lunch at Pig and Grits and it was soooo good! Then we made our way home. Then I had the most fun conversation with a friend in Houston and that conversation gave me some pep cause of all the laughing. After supper I joined Roy out in the yard and we planted some flowers and picked some peaches. For this we give thanks.