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KIds, big and little, are finding some joy in the midst of
closed schools and offices and even flood waters
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Not my best day.
Two hours at the dentist this morning. No gory details, but one tiny filling
that I thought was no big deal took an hour and while not painful was hard on
my nerves. Second hour was deep cleaning, and not as bad. As I suspected
though, they didn’t get it all done, and I have to go back to have the left
side of my mouth cleaned. Should be much easier. As a survivor of dentistry in
the ‘40s, when I was young and had lots of cavities and techniques and the
drill were pretty old-fashioned, I am a dental phobic. I thought I was pretty
calm about hip surgery, but this morning I felt like my heart was going to
pound right out of my chest.
Pretty day here,
pleasant temperatures, but still humid. When I walked with Teddy, I was
breathless. Teddy, always encouraging, said you can’t expect to be at your best
after a long dental appointment. It saps your energy.
Not much work done
today—again! After the dentist, I needed a nap; then walking. Then Subie and
Phil came for happy hour. Sophie was so demanding that we locked her outside; of course, Phil's seeing-eye dog wanted to go too, but both dogs stood at the door, looking pitiful in exile.
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When Subie and Phil left; they crossed paths with Mary Dulle who came for the
second shift happy hour. She’s been gone much of the summer, so it was good to
visit with her. I can’t complain about nobody visiting me in the cottage!
Still watching
flood news with one eye. A family Colin and Lisa are close to was finally able
to leave their house today and is safe. Various rumors about evacuations in
Sugar Land, where Lisa’s parents are. Missed the news tonight, due to extreme sociability,
so I’m not sure if it’s raining or not. Last I heard rain was heavy but moving
slightly eastward.
It would be easy
to sigh and think it’s over, the storm is moving on. But of course that’s
foolish thinking. The storm will not be gone for those affected for months,
years. I finally decided where to make my first donations—made modest
contribution to the food bank here in North Texas, because Fort Worth is going
to get a lot of evacuees, and sent a second donation to the animal shelter in Conroe,
where my kids got their dog. I figure they were boots on the ground. The news
is confusing—some posts list goods that are needed; others say, don’t send
goods, send money. I think this weekend we’ll try to get together a care
package. Christian’s office is collecting items needed at local shelters.
Sleep tight, stay
dry and safe, and pray for those being evacuated, those still stranded, those
whose lives have been shattered.
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