11/2/18
I’m enjoying my coffee with the peace and quiet of home. It’s very relaxing to know I don’t have to get dressed and go anywhere immediately. The week away was tiring but fruitful, I believe. I arrived back home at about 4pm, we had an early dinner, and went to bed at 8pm—dog tired. However, as is my usual, 5 1/2 hours later I awakened and knew it would only be short little naps thereafter. That’s ok, I feel fine.
Our friend in Christ, Ivette Ramos Levy, a Dallas artist, has just finished and published an Adult Coloring Book, called Feed on the Word. It is very beautifully done, about 30 pages of exquisitely drawn pictures, each page having an accompanying bible verse from the King James Bible. She is quite an accomplished artist and professional illustrator. (I didn’t know there were such things as adult coloring books, but it seems I’m the one out of step—immediate google number was 394,000,000 pages found!). It is a form of stress relief and quiet entertainment and obviously very popular. Ivette has made her stress relief to also reflect the power and presence of the word of God in her work. You can find Feed on the Word at facebook.com/illustratedbyivetteramoslevy or google books. Enjoy!
When my “first sleep” came to a close about 1:30am, my “middle night” crept into consciousness with an oldie but goodie going on, the SIMH was “So Rare” by Jerry Hearst and words by Jack Sharpe. Never heard of them? They wrote and composed this in 1937, but Jimmy Dorsey’s Orchestra was the first to make it a hit in 1957—20 years before anyone knew about it. Let that be a lesson to you if you write songs or music, hang on to it—money’s coming someday!
Well, the day is going to unfold slowly, it seems. I’m waiting on a repairman (plumbing), then I go get a screening of my blood-flow (I can tell it’s still moving), then in the afternoon, it’s pay bills before actually getting down to business. I suppose there will be some followup for some if not all these things. I shall not reveal much about my personal health, however.
Great story: my father had a pacemaker put in when he was about 80, on a Thursday. That Sunday he and my mom came to Mobile, AL with my brother Pete to visit us. On Tuesday, he said are we gonna play golf? Pete and I said, “sure, if you feel like it,” he said, “Oh, I feel fine.” So we played with my mom’s stern admonition, “you watch him, he’s not doing real well.” He did fine as I asked him on a couple of turns if he was ok. He said, “ah, yeah, I’m fine.” the next day he said let’s go play golf again. We did, and my mom said (wringing her hands) please watch him. So, a couple of times I asked him how he felt. He said, “real good, it doesn’t hurt like it did yesterday!” So was my father’s attitude about how-are-you questions. He was fine. No matter if it did hurt. Great mental state.
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