Homely on the Range

Aren't words funny things? If you called an American homely, they would probably punch you, (we say homely as a hedgehog, so they must be very ugly!) but here in Scotland it means warm and cozy, as in a homely home. If words didn't fail us so often across borders, we probably would have much fewer disputes and wars. Now on the other hand, the romance languages-based on a lot of Roman words like Italian, French, Spanish and Portuguese have words so similar that if you were fluent in any of them you could probably get the gist of most conversations. 

If that weren't confusing enough, many people invent words, either to make a line rhyme in poetry, or there is a new invention that needs naming, or lovers who want a language only they understand. The Bible says at one time mankind had language, and it was common enough they were gonna build some kind of tower. I won't get into the politics of it, but suffice it to say God confused the languages so much that in frustration they gave up on the tower.

Interestingly enough, on the day of Pentecost, there were many people in the city from all over the world at that time. Imagine all the languages and dialects you would hear as you walked the streets of Jerusalem? When the Holy Spirit comes down on the Christians what does God do? He gets his message preached, but not in Latin, which most would need to know to conduct business in the city, but each man hears the gospel message in his own words.

Despite all the shepherd and sheep images, another common name for  Jesus is "the Word" and He was Gods way of saying despite Adams flaws, we could be united with God forever. That is why the Bible was sometimes called the "Good News".
Blessings. Have a great Day. Think about some of your words.

September 11, 2012

Ten years ago today, I announced to my work that I would be leaving in the fall to go to Scotland. I felt I should give them time to train my replacement, and that it was the right thing to do. They promptly fired me. I guess I wasn't as hard to replace as I thought. In the days that followed,i came to question the wisdom of being so far from home when the "war on terror" was about to erupt. As many of you know, i second-guess every decision I ever made. My police type relations said "for all you know he may be an ax-murderer." I think my Mom just worried if I got into trouble I would be too far away to help me.

I wanted a new life. More than my little chicken heart was afraid of change, I needed a second chance. Have you ever felt that way? I just wanted to go back to GO and start over. I wanted a chance to be happy. I wanted more than that, to get away from "the people who loved me". After my divorce I could not see the forest for the trees. I felt lost and afraid. How could anyone leave someone as wonderful as me? I was about 44, not that good looking, and more than a little overweight. Oh, and Jim loved me.

Not with blinders on, but knew me inside and out as much as you can know someone you haven't lived with yet, and wanted to marry me anyway. SO after negotiations the Kremlin would be proud of, Jim helped me sell up and walk on that plane. Mom and Ellen surprised me at the airport, and Jim surprised me  at the other airport because he had cut his hair so short i didn't recognize him. And what was the catalyst for all this change? Fred dumping me. I am so afraid of change I would have stayed with him forever. Plus I had this weirdo idea of Gods opinion of marriage. SO in a weird kinda way, Fred set me free to be this happy in the second half of my marriage. We quarrel and all, we are very emotional people, but I appreciate being with someone who can put thoughts together. I wish sometimes I could control those thoughts a little, but I can't and even though he doesnt believe in the "God" he allows me to do anyone thing i feel i need to to be happy.

One thing we learned, life is short, and we prefer to be happy. So we are. Thanks for listening.

Well done Andy Murray.

A storm is Brewing...a study in fear...

Scotland had its first hurricane this year, and as I write this East Coast as far as NY is getting slammed. I was trying to count all my family in NY still, and the number is amazing. Not to mention Marguerite and Ellen Sue who were the sisters I never had. I graduated with 205 and i bet at least half of them are in NY somewhere.

Elisa and her family are in NYC, and Billy is in Goveneur, so we have the whole state covered with our family. I am praying tonight that all of you are safe and well, and as Jean said, "no news is good news".

Jeff and Debbie are in Central NY as well as Deb and Patty Sue. I have to stop naming them because I am gonna cry. I left Camden, but i never left them in my heart. Uncle David and Aunt Jennifer and Barbie are in CNY as well. Oh Lord watch over my little family, and let them know how much i love them.

My Dad was very calm and at times like this i miss him most.

Talk to you soon. Take no chances with your safety.

Blessings.

Brian and Michele Farmer

here is a small portion of an update from Michele on Brian's surgeries.


Wow, what a week this has been, the only word to describe it is EXHAUSTING. As many of you know Brian went back in the hospital last Wednesday and had emergency surgery on Sunday for a blood-clot and hematoma in his left leg. There was a “wound vac” placed on his leg, which still remains. He was released last night around 2345 hours (11:45 p.m.) and we are now back home. Yipee!!!

Michele goes on to describe the treatments Brian will need in his battle with Cancer. PLease pray his kidney can withstand the cancer treatments and that his leg heals. Michele like me, found her true love a wee bit later in life and they deserve many more years to be happy together.

They are strong and have a strong family of support in their kids so all will be well. Having said that, prayer is always the first ,best thing we can do.

Those of you who may not pray, send special thoughts and join in our spirit of healing and recovery. I am dying to see them old on a porch rocking one day.

Thanks and blessings.

A study in Sloth, citing my own experience as example...

Hello

last night i also slept through the night once i got to bed.As a result we both we up before 530 am and i could get right on a few bedroom chores. i ran the hoover, dusted with my shiny new pink duster, and started a nice wee dinner for two. I just need Mr 2 to come home some time.

For a treat to me, I watched an hour of Ponderosa and then Judge Judy
which was boring until they had an earthquake whilst taping the show. It seems weird to be able to walk around, as most mornings i am chained to a dialysis chair and ts machine. I have a friend who has asked for prayer. His name is Galen and he is a nice man. Please do not forget. I will talk more about him at a later date. I just have no energy today, and a nap sounds lovely.

Also pray for my friend Mrs P, she needs a new house before she kills the neighbors...or vice versa. A lot of my friends need prayer just now. J wants a baby, A wants a wife, we all want something. I want to sleep for about a week lol.

Have a great Thursday
blessings

A Study in Mortality

People named Jim have always had a special place in my heart, in fact, I married one. Monday I saw my friend Jim, from BOW in the renal unit. He also dialyzed in my group. I almost woke him up to say I would see him Wednesday, but he looked so serene asleep in the chair I did not have the heart. We have had many talks and I knew we would have many more so I toddled off down the hall to meet my ride home.

We are a group of ten, and it would be hard to find ten more different people. I liked Jim, because like me he had done a lot of interesting jobs and had seen a fair bit of the world. We talked also about the kids, and found a mutual interest in BMX bike racing. His pride in describing his son and his accomplishments was evident.  Apparently some time Monday Jim fell at home and was transported to the hospital. We lost Jim last night. He was only 50 years old, and although dialysis is supposed to make you feel much better, Jim did not receive the hoped-for benefits. I can still see his face so puffy and his eyes nearly swelled shut. That is not how i remember him though, i will remember him telling about his "wingding" they had at his house for new years. I will remember he was kind and caring. I will remember he loved his family to bits. I will not forget him, he is carved on my heart.

Blessings to his family, sorry for the loss. Gone way too soon.

A study in Confusion

The source I use to blog from has left me a new message. I am perfectly happy with the site, and i understand how to use it. It aint broke so they fixed it with a new interface. I do not even know what that means. So again we will visit today and i hope this is not my last post,(no pun intended to my rugby friends who frequent there!).

I think I have been in denial about my health all summer. I am not getting better, I am not even maintaining the same place. The floaters are back in one eye, and when the nurses sent blood work away Monday they said it was fine. Well fine has had me in bed by 6:30 Sunday night, and fine had me up every two hours or so all last night, even though i was in bed before 9 and i slept until nine this morning.
Fine was 3 showers Sunday night and one complete bed change. Fine was a good day ruined by a bad night. JIm does not get to decide when he can rest, because when he hears me call out "Jim", he knows he has to come. Every time, over and over, world with out end.

Last night as part of our new lifestyle (diet) we spent an hour doing housework. If you do it right, it is great exercise, and it gets the old lady off your back. I think it is getting close to time for me to admit I need a kidney, and its not alright and to get on the list. To at least get on the list. To not be on it these last three years was pure denial of how serious things were. It is not a phase or a cold i will overcome. It is slow, chronic, forever, and it will eventually take me out. All my surgical fears have to be put aside. If it is meant to be, I have to get out of the way. I have to start the process rolling. I need a new interface with my renal team. Dr Patty is't gonna cut it, we need a DR who will attend, not just talk to the nurses on our behalf. I don't want to end up on the ward to get to see him. I deserve better.
Sorry about being down today. Come back tomorrow.