My Friend Charlie & Then the Yard

8/5/2020

Well, it’s been a while—15 days—since I wrote something for a blog. I’ve got more than one thing to write so I want to get the more somber written first. I’ve lost another friend.

My good friend, Charlie has passed away. Dr. Charles Warlick; the best dentist I ever had, a friend I shall never forget, and a saved, bible believing, lover of our Lord Jesus Christ, and one of the most positive thinking people I’ve ever known passed away last week. When I met Charlie and Corene, they came to a bible class I was teaching in the Physical Therapy clinic in Wimberley, TX. They were such a joy to have in the class and they brightened the entire atmosphere with their smiling faces and intense purpose for being there.

[A very special side note to them coming to the class: there was a parking spot with just a little incline at which he parked his then 35 year old ’67 VW Beetle. Since he walked slowly and determinedly using two canes, I suggested he park on one of the flatter spaces to make that easier. He laughed and said, “no, thank you. I coast down this little incline and pop my clutch to start the bug.” I said something like, Oh, aren’t you gonna wear out the clutch? He laughed and said, “It’s easier to get a clutch than it is to get a starter!”] 

His caring soon encouraged his son Chuck and his family to attend our church some 35 miles away, which they did. So Charlie and Corene just got up earlier on Sunday and drove down there, too. I know I was very inadequate in explaining what a great blessing that was to Barb and me. (Chuck and Laura are now business partners with me in the Blue Jug stores I often talk about.) 

It’s very difficult to say goodbye to Charlie. I know we’ll be together in eternity, so it’s just so long, Charlie, I’ll see you soon. Just like when I last saw him.

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As the China produced pandemic drones on, and all kinds of people have the flu, some getting proper treatment and recovering in 6-10 days, others struggling longer, some other it costs their life, so there is a lot of reluctance to just let things get back to normal. I’m sorry, I just don’t understand. I listen to the arguments, the politics, the medical experts, the “non” believers, the locals and the non-locals. I read the charts, the articles, the pundits and opinions. Now, I listen to the teachers of our local schools (we have several teachers who buy our water and put it in their classrooms because it advantages them for the children to get good water and that right in the room.) Without fail, the preponderance of thought says “Go back to school and do the best you can. don’t worry about having it or getting it, just deal with it if it occurs.” I agree. Stop closing down, stop running people out of business, stop making new lies about the numbers, and treat the sick with what really works! Natural and long standing medicines have been proven to work for this! At least 3 and as many as 6 or more doctors have massive numbers of proven cured patients with two or three existing medicines, but that isn’t good enough! Somebody has to get to make a vaccine! Make sure you understand what I think  of that: WE DON’T NEED A VACCINE, 97% OF US WILL NOT GET THIS FLU. IF WE DO, WE HAVE MEDICINES WHICH WORK! IF YOU MAKE A VACCINE, I WILL NOT GET IT, NOR WILL I ENCOURAGE ANYONE ELSE TO DO SO. Just so you know what I think.

Now, here’s the one last thing for this blog. We’re in our newly remodeled old home, very comfortable, neat and compact, though as roomy as we need. The time is now come to worry about the yard. One day real soon we will begin work on our back yard; a bit of terracing, a few flowery garden sitting areas, a covered patio, making full use of the space with a fenced back side fit for our new addition coming soon. (Not a baby! we’re not that foolish! Just a doggie that loves me.) 

Then, we’ll do the front yard with so little grass to mow, I might just clip it with my sideburn trimmer on my razor (well, a bit more than that, I fear.)

Then, we’ll have a party.

Thanks for reading, the Elder