I sang this one in church all the time as a young girl. Tomorrow is a dreadful day but I will be walking into that room with HIM by my side and my angel on the other! Elias Grace does this one perfectly, a little different but beautiful just the same.
How Great Thou Art
One of my favorite hymns. Enjoy.
The Day Before Armageddon!
It’s here, the day before I show up at the hospital ready to meet the team who will do what needs to be done. I HATE THIS! My bag is packed and being a female I am bringing more than I should. Probably, half the clothes and things I am bringing will not be needed but I’m female, hear me roar!
Yesterday was a tough one. I had to come to terms with the fact that this surgery is going to happen whether I want it to or not. The house has been cleaned, the trash taken out, and everything is spotless. I got the laundry done and met a girlfriend for coffee and breakfast. It was nice until a wasp or was it a bee decided to make its presence known. A sharp sting and I was in agony! I told the owner, who is Italian, that I just got stung by a bee! He laughed and said, “Your blood must be sweet!” We made a mad dash to the pharmacy because it was hurting like hell. After doling out 40 euros, I had a pen that felt hot when held against the sting and some gel to cool afterwards. She also told me to let the people at the hospital know about what happened. Sometimes, they will postpone the surgery!
Why are things going down south all the time? I don’t know but my girlfriend thinks it’s because I’ve decided to embrace “negativity” as my best friend! Anyway, it still hurts but postponing the surgery is just wishful thinking. I think it will take place as scheduled.
Then I met the cat sitter. A sweet girl who loves cats. However, she loved talking as well. An hour into the meeting, I had to cut it short. I handed over the house key and she will show up on Monday to take care of Chachi. The little guy knows that something is up. He has been eyeing me with a look that I can’t decipher. I think he knows something is coming up. Did I tell you he is sweet? He is adorable as well. I laid out my clothes on the bed before I went to take a shower and when I came back there was his favorite toy mouse with the innards hanging out laid carefully on my shirt! A token of love? Or is it like, “Mommy don’t send me away?” I don’t know but I bought him four more to make up for the one he has destroyed! I also wanted to make up for being away from him.
So here it is. My bags are packed and I am ready to go. I don’t want to do this but I have no choice. I will walk in hoping for the best and please don’t send me a Mr. Magoo to do the OP!
You won’t be hearing from me for however long it takes. I hope it won’t be too long.
Fingers, toes, and everything else crossed!
Destiny Stepped In
I don’t have a significant other right now but I had one a long time ago. I met him by chance at a university dance. Nursing a broken heart after a breakup, I didn’t really want to be there but fate or rather destiny stepped in and it got the ball rolling.
Some friends wanted me to go along and since I was the only one with a car, they needed a ride! I went along but told them that I would have to leave at midnight or sooner. Just like Cinderella did except I didn’t have a fairy Godmother but who knows she might have been working behind the scenes.
Anyway, I met him on the way to the dance. A tall, geeky guy with huge goggle glasses and he was skinny to boot. He said, “Follow me.” His car was a beat up one with dents on the side and he drove like he didn’t know the rules and went through every red light! I decided to slow down and when I finally pulled up, he walked over and with a grin on his face said, “Why didn’t you follow me?”
I can’t remember what my answer was but it wasn’t too nice. I recall he kept asking me to dance and after saying no several times, I finally relented.
“Just one dance,” I said.
He smiled and led me onto the dance floor. We moved to the music and he kept looking down at me. He was tall, 6′ 2″inches to be exact. I was petite. Then the song finished and a slow one started. I walked back to our table and he ran after me. “Another dance please?” I shook my head and kept to myself. Right at midnight, I told the girls I had to leave. He jumped right in, “Why so soon? It is still early.” Making an excuse I left feeling a little uneasy. I told myself he wasn’t my type. Checked shorts, sandals with black socks right up to his knees, and those glasses. Nope, not my type at all. However, fate had other plans.
A week later, I got a call at home and there he was. I asked him how he got my number and he said the “girls” gave it to him. Let’s just say, we met several times after that. Not romantically, just as friends doing the group thing. Dinners, excursions, and theater visits. Three months later, he called and invited me to a play. I showed up but he was there alone. I asked where the others were and he said, “It’s a date.” Hmm….so it was a date. We watched the show, he took me to a nice dinner, and that was the start of a love story that would last about 16 years.
When did I fall in love with him? I recall I was back home visiting family when I got a call from him. He asked, “Can we sleep together when you get back?” I was lost for words but I also thought it was the sweetest thing. It happens without asking and when the time was right but here was someone who was asking!!! By the way, we had been dating for quite some time by then.
Long story short, it took off from there. I thought I had met the nicest person in the world but unfortunately he proved me wrong! NOT all that glitters is gold and I learned that lesson the hard way!
A Song of Hope and Trust
I love this beautiful country gospel song. It gives me strength and hope.
Hari Raya Puasa
I love Thanksgiving but I decided to go with Hari Raya Puasa from a country that I love and having spent a lot of time there, I have come to know the cultural traditions well.
Singapore is a diverse society and it embraces many cultural traditions wholeheartedly. Multiculturalism is part and parcel of Singapore and during my stay there, I came to know the different cultural traditions well. I think I have written about some of them here but I’m going to go with Hari Raya Puasa because it is a lovely tradition and one worth noting.
Some of you may know it has Eid al-Fitr, a major religious holiday celebrated by Muslims worldwide and it marks the end of Ramadan. Muslims make up about 15% of the population and Islam is the third-largest religion in the country. What are the other two? The ethnic Chinese community practice Buddhism and they make up about 31.1 % followed by Christianity which makes up 18.9 %. Here’s the thing about Singapore, all religions are accepted and practiced with no restrictions.
Coming back to Hari Raya Puasa, it is celebrated by Singaporeans and not just the Muslim population. People wear vibrant outfits, visit the mosque for prayers, and the best part is the food. The feasting usually involves a massive amount of traditonal Malay delicacies. People also open their homes to relatives, friends, and neighbors of all races and religions. It is time for celebration and the food fest is delicious and finger-licking good. My favorite is rendang. It is a spicy beef stew or it can also be made with chicken and it is served with rice cakes (ketupat), and sometimes satay, meat on skewers but that is not all. The dessert list is massive as well and just as good.
Singaporeans celebrate each other’s cultural traditions and the country comes together as a nation during these times. It is a lovely place that has made diversity a way of life and harmony among the different races is their mainstay and they work hard at keeping it that way.
Thumbs up Singapore! 👍
LOL!
Spaghetti with meatballs?!!
This guy had been having an affair with an Italian woman for two years.
One night she says, honey, I’m pregnant.
The guy almost faints. He’s thinking, my marriage is over.
So he says, listen, I’ll give you a lot of money if you go back to Italy, have the baby there, and keep everything a secret. I’ll even send child support until the kid turns 18.
She says, okay. But how will you know when the baby’s born?
This genius says, Easy. Just mail me a postcard and write one word on the back. Spaghetti. I’ll know exactly what it means.
Seven months later, he comes home and his wife says, Honey, you got the weirdest postcard today. He says, Just give it to me. He reads it. His face turns ghost white. He grabs his chest and drops like he just saw his credit card bill.
His wife picks up the postcard and reads it. It says, spaghetti, spaghetti, spaghetti, spaghetti, spaghetti. Three with meatballs, two without. Send extra sauce.
🤣🤣🤣
The Day He Brought Flowers
There are many days that I would like to relive from my past but there is one that is the sweetest and one that completely spoke of love.
He was about five, I think, I am not good with time but he was in kindergarten at the time. I had stopped walking with him and he was learning to get there on his own and back again. It was in the village and it took about five minutes to get there, but he had to cross a main street and I was nervous about that. However, he had been doing fine so I let the worries go.
When it was time for him to get home, I would be a permanent fixture at the kitchen window! I was a helicopter mom and proud of it! Anyway, one day he was late getting home. The five minutes turned into 40 and still no show. I was about to go looking for him when I heard the doorbell ring. Letting out a sigh of relief and ready to give him a piece of my mind, I opened the door.
There he stood with a sweet smile on his face and a bouquet of wild flowers clutched in his hand. There was no rescue for the flowers, they were dead as a doornail but he handed them to me and said proudly, “I picked them for you mommy.” The angry words I wanted to say to him flew out of my head and instead I hugged him tightly. Then I walked into the kitchen and carefully put those precious flowers into a glass of cold water. He stood watching, his eyes filled with pride. “Do you like them mommy? I thought they were pretty.” Blinking back tears, I nodded and kissed him again.
That moment has stayed in my mind, etched in stone and never to be erased again. If I could go back in time, I would like to relive that day again, it was filled with love. My young boy took it upon himself to show his mommy some love and he didn’t realize it at the time but it would go down in history, mine, as one of the best days of my life.
Daily writing prompt
If you could relive one day from your past, which day would it be and why?
A Tough Day
I spent most of yesterday in the hospital. What should have been a pre-op meeting with the anesthesiologist and the surgeon turned out to be a long drawn out affair. They were short on staff so it meant long waiting times.
Being punctual, I showed up on time. It was time to meet them and to see what is coming my way. The first meeting was with a lady who asked a lot of questions and took down the next of kin’s information in case something goes wrong! Then it was back to the waiting room. Forty minutes later, I was called in again for blood samples and an urine sample. Back out again in the waiting room, 3o minutes later the meeting with the anesthesiologist took place. A nice guy who explained the procedure, asked more questions, and told me, “Operations always have risks.” Hmm….that didn’t help to quiet my already raging mind. I was sent outside again and it was time to wait again. Then I was called in to another office and I met with the surgeon, not the one who will be doing the procedure, she said someone from her team will be doing the actual operation but it won’t be her. Why am I talking to people who will not be doing the actual procedure? Maybe it works differently in Germany.
Anyway, we had a good talk, a few laughs, and then I was sent back out again. Thirty minutes later, I went into another room and was told to show up bright and early on Monday. I should be there at 7:30 a.m. and then it will take off from there. What I didn’t tell you is that I might need two operations! According to the surgeon, two hours wouldn’t give them enough time to do everything they need to do and it looked like another operation would be necessary to finish the job.
I AM GOING TO DIE!
That’s exactly what I told her and she laughed. “No, you are not going to die,” those were her words.
Am I feeling better with this pre-op talk? What do you think?!!! The thing is I have no choice, I’ve signed the papers and it’s a GO on Monday. God, help me!
Trump Derangement Syndrome
I don’t have TDS. Do you? Listen and find out if you do.
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