The saga isn’t over yet

Well, on the way home the noise started up again and the transmission really didn’t seem to be running right at all, so I again prayed, and made it home safely.

I remembered hearing about an automotive place on the radio the other day, that is not too far from me, closer than work, and hope to have an appt. with them on Monday.  I don’t trust the van to not blow up on me if I had to go all the way to work.

I emailed them just now and explained my situation and will go from there.

I will try to relax tomorrow and do something pleasant and not stressful. My life has been turned upside down, not being what it was at all. Tears are ever ready to spill. I feel strong sometimes and like this morning, I really felt positive and thankful to God for the new day and then wham, vehicle noises and strangeness that I’ve not had to deal with before.  Then thinking the problem was solved, now that doesn’t seem to be the case at all. Dear God, be my strength as I am weak. Fill my heart with your peace.

I heard some thunder earlier and it’s really windy out and rain is showing on the doppler so if we do indeed get any, the gardens will be appreciative.

Below is a Grand Duke Jasmine.  This is absolutely wonderful, another scent right up there on my list of favorites like the gardenia.

Look at my messy overflowing work area, and my desk.  For Pete’s sake, that is depressing.  I hope to tackle both tomorrow.  I started yesterday morning and made a little bit of a difference.  I’m also working on the bedroom too, some remodeling there.

Dragonfly.

Thank you all so much for your kind comments, your emails, your love, prayers and support. All are gifts to me from God and I am thankful.

FlowerLady

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Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone.

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without affect, without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same that it ever was. There is absolutely unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.

Henry Scott Holland

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I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death.

They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make.

Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories.

We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched by having shared their love.

Leo Buscaglia