*The Magnet Truck*

Okay.  I’m going to have to fess up. I thought there was a magnet truck that picked up washing machines, dryers, etc.  I just knew there was a huge circular magnet that attached to the big hydraulic arm of the grabber truck.  “Viola” a magnet truck. 

But, my husband put enough doubt into my brain so that I was forced to call the “Reidsville City Of” – Streets Supervisor, Mr. McNeil.  Mr. McNeil kindly and generously confirmed that there was, indeed, no magnet truck.  We had a very nice conversation.  In other words, he indulged me.

Mr. McNeil told me that the hydraulic arm and the grabber were all one piece.  That would mean that the workers would not be able to take off the grabber in order to attach the magnet – the magnet that doesn’t exist.  I must admit that I was very disappointed.

Just think…If there really were a magnet truck that picked up washing machines, dryers, etc. the folks in West Virginia could use one.  That way, people wouldn’t be able to make so many jokes about them.

Alrighty then.  That’s my story.
Peace ~Vicki~
P.S.  While I was at Baptist Hospital having a lumbar puncture (spinal tap) my ex-neurologist was telling me West Virginia jokes!  I kid you not.  Everybody knows how still you are supposed to be when you’re having a spinal tap.

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Caught a glimpse.
Oh, God,
everyone wants to.

We could sneak
right in there.
An escape?
Its not gonna be that way.

The Three Wise Women

The story of Jesus and the three wise men is a very well known story. At Christmas time especially we hear about them. But I want to write about my three wise women.

They belong to the church where I became a member and fellow Christian. These beautiful women have attended our church for many years. All three are in their seventh or eighth decade of life but I would never call them old because their spirits are still so young. They are what some would call pillars of the community/church and are the most giving and loving women I have ever met.

A year or so ago God called me to lead a morning Disciple class with them. It wasn’t always easy for any of us doing a class that required 34 weeks of intense study. But we did it and from what I experienced we did it well. Not only did I learn more about the bible and scripture but I learned much more from them and always our discussions were interesting.

Those 34 weeks gave me the opportunity to get to know and love those three women more than words can express. Their life experiences and their knowledge were a real gift to me.
Each are different one from the other, although what they have in common is their spirituality, love of God, love of others and the church.

I have been so blessed to have grown close to them. Their wisdom and life experiences have shown me that growing older can really be done with both beauty and grace.

Tweety Bird

I have said before that I believe God reveals himself to us. If we just pay attention, we can see and hear him in so many ways. In fact, almost every sight and sound comes from Him.

Some mornings if I am in my bedroom for a while, I hear this lovely sound of a bird that sings to me. I have no idea how big it is or what kind of bird it is, but I enjoy the sound so very much. On days I am blessed to hear the tweety bird it is another sign to me that God is here with me as I start another day.

We have the most magnificent sunsets in the world, here on the farm. Sometimes they are pink, yellow or orange, other times they are so red it looks like the sky is on fire. At night when the weather is warm we sometimes go out to see the moon and stars. It is so peaceful late at night to see all that God has created.

We are also blessed with animals which sometimes come to visit the field in front of our home. Sometimes deer, sometimes turkeys. In fact the turkeys have been very prevalent this year and we have counted as many as 34 at one time.

Every season brings something beautiful for us to see and hear. It won’t be long till the hummingbirds will be visiting the feeders I put out for them. Once in a while they come within a hands length away.

Nobody could ever make me believe that all of that is not a gift from God.

Oh Baby

The newest has arrived and taken her place in our home and in our hearts. She is now 5 days old.

All babies are beautiful, but as a Grandmother I have the right and truly the duty to say, all my grandbabies have been beautiful.

Born on Friday morning, home on Sunday our latest and probably our last, has been relatively quiet, only making a bit of a fuss because of hunger or dirty diapers. She is not a cryer, but more of a squeaker. The dog is already being her protector, although she is a bit jealous, she is very watchful of who is close to her.

Our family has been blessed by children who for the most part have been healthy. Although one grandchild has had a couple of broken bones due to daredevil stunts and another who gave us a few scary days when he ended up in the hospital with Rocky Mounted Spotted fever and has asthma which can slow him down once in a while. Otherwise they are all well and ornery. I blame that on their Grandpa, since he has been ornery since the day we met.