Musings

Yesterday I took communion to the nursing home and to another lady in town. While I was at the nursing home I talked to a few of the residents (prisoners) as they sat in their doorways in their wheelchairs just waiting for someone to recognize them. It truly tugs at my heart. Every once in awhile, like yesterday, someone will say "I am just here visiting and will be leaving soon". Yeah, but how will they be leaving? In that big black vehicle probably. There is a man there who is there because he can't stay at home alone because of a large tumor on his neck. He sometimes just passes out and falls down. Anyway, he is a very handsome man of probably 50 something. Mentally he is with it and I always chat with him a few minutes before I leave. Who doesn't like talking to good looking men? He has a great attitude for being there with so many who must seem zombie like to him. He passes his time reading, watching TV and sometimes going out to smoke a cigarette. What an existence! I inadvertently ask him "what's new". As soon as I said it I wanted to bring back the words. How stupid to ask such a question. He didn't flinch and said "well, Mr. Blake, in the room next to me died last night". Then he told me about a couple rooms on one of the wings that they move people in that are dying. Geez...I left very heavy of heart thinking how long will it be before someone will be bringing me communion in a place like that. I will go kicking, biting and screaming. That is for sure. Don't let them do that to me, sisters.

Well now, isn't this a cheery little missive? Sorry...I won't continue with telling you about the other woman I visit. However, she is very amusing. Just can't think of anything funny she said at the moment. She does think that the Muslims are going to take her house because she is a woman so she might put her house in her son-in-laws name so she will still have a place to live. I have got to find some younger friends!

I better shower and get ready to go step back to 1770 at the Tryon Palace and their fancy clothes.

Love youse girlies