What A Difference A Day Makes

The day was all planned. I would be joining four other friends, in our small group, to go to Bay City to pay our respects to our friends, John and Jan, over the death of their sister-in-law. Jerry was staying home. John and Jan seemed so pleased we had taken the time and made the effort to support them in their grief.

As we left, to go home, we decided to stop at a pizza shop, only a few blocks away from the funeral home. We parked across the street from the pizza shop.  No cars were coming so we jaywalked across the street. When I picked up my foot to step over the curb, alas, I didn’t pick it up high enough!!! I felt myself stumbling and going down! I put my hand out in front of me to break my fall. Well, I didn’t break my fall and I did break my wrist!!! I knew it was broken by the way my hand was hanging from my wrist! My friends helped me get up.

But I suddenly felt myself getting faint and cried, “I’m going to pass out!” They quickly helped me lie down on the cement sidewalk. Sharon called Jerry. John called 911. Jerry insisted they take me to Midland Hospital instead of Bay City Hospital. Our wonderful friends met us at Midland hospital. With the help of our friend, Larry, Jerry met us all there. Many hours later after lots of tests, x-rays, and a soft cast put on my arm, we were sent home along with lots of instructions.

The next day, Friday, our friend, Rose, brought supper to us! Oh how wonderful. As we visited she told Jerry and me details about my fall that I didn’t know or didn’t remember! One detail was that her husband, Larry, sat down on the cement and put my head on his lap, as a pillow! I didn’t know that! How sweet of him!

Saturday morning I became very sick. Extremely sick! Jerry didn’t know what to do for me. He called 911. So I was taken to Midland Hospital for the second time in three days! This whole mishap was quite an ordeal! But we have such good friends! John and Jan brought a delicious meal to us and then Creston and Sharon brought supper to us! Wow! We ate good!!!

But it was two weeks before I could see the surgeon! He said it was a bad break and I’d need surgery. So a steel plate, the shape of a T, was put in my wrist with seven screws! Two weeks of a soft cast and then two weeks of a hard cast! Oh what misery!

It’s now been almost three months since I broke my wrist and I’m still in occupational therapy! Please, whatever you do, don’t break your wrist! Of course it doesn’t help that I’m almost 80 years old! I guess the older we are the harder it is to heal! Whatever would I do without my granddaughter helping me out for the summer!

What a difference a day makes! It can be a great day with family and friends. It can be a lonely day. It can be a day where tragedy happens, or a fall and a broken bone.

What A Difference A Day Makes!

 

I Do Love A Taco

I made tacos for Jerry and me last evening for supper. We do love tacos! Tacos  I forgot to take a picture of an actual taco before we ate them! Sorry! This lazy Susan with cheese, tomatoes, lettuce, onion, and meat mixture in the center is just right since there are only two of us now.

I’ll never forget the first time my family had tacos for supper. We were in Portland, Oregon, visiting my sister, Lorraine, and her beautiful family. There were six in each of our families. This would have been in the late 60’s. Bob, brother-in-law, suggested we have tacos for supper. My family hardly knew what a taco was! It sounded Mexican. But we were game! As I recall everyone, old enough, helped out. Grating the cheese was the biggest job… We warmed the shells for just a couple of minutes, then filled them with seasoned ground beef, onions, lettuce, tomatoes, etc. Oh boy, were they good!

Tacos became a favorite of my family. Everyone pitched in to help with preparation, especially grating the cheese! We never ended up with the right amount of cheese, somehow it got eaten as it was being grated!

One year at our family camp, Pam, our oldest daughter, had her first boyfriend, Lyle. She asked if he could come for supper, one day. Sure, he was a very nice young man. Lyle and Pam were both young teenagers, and what a coincidence, my very first boyfriend was also named Lyle! We decided to have a family favorite, tacos! I worked hard making sure everything was just right. I grated the cheese myself and made sure we had a large bowl of it. We ate outside under our camper awning. I stepped inside the camper to get something and when I came out, I was shocked! The cheese was on the ground! I was mad…okay, I was upset. I said, “WHO SPILLED THE CHEESE?” No one said a word, they just looked at me, like they wished I would keep still! Then Lyle spoke up and said he was so sorry, the bowl just slipped out of his hands! Oh, I felt so bad and so embarrassed. We salvaged as much as we could. I apologized for getting upset. It could have happened to anyone. As I recall we ended up with just enough for everyone to put some in their tacos. Years later, I saw Lyle at family camp again. This time, he was there with his wife and two young children! We talked and laughed about that fateful day, so many years ago!

Years later, Jerry and I went to Mexico, two years in a row. We worked at Rancho Betania, a Free Methodist camp, near Santa Ana, Sonora, Mexico. We were there about two weeks both years. We had a great time. One highlight was going to town for Tacos! We’d been advised to be careful what we bought to eat whenever we went to town. But this little restaurant we were told was an ‘okay’ place to eat! We all went as a group. The owners knew we were coming. Oh my! I’ve never eaten such delicious tacos in my life! What a wonderful memory!

Once in a while we go to a Mexican restaurant here but the tacos we prefer are the ones we have at home, made by me! By the way, I now buy grated cheese, no more grating cheese by hand and eating half of it! What wonderful memories of a simple, but delicious meal!

 

 

 

 

Change At The Top

Change is always hard… I don’t like change. I like familiarity. This isn’t a political post… I’m not talking about electing a new president. I’m talking about my church. Changing pastors. It’s hard. I’ve been in my denomination, Free Methodist, since I was only about two years of age! So I’ve seen lots of changes.

There’ve been changes in policies and rules, like the negativity of the  40’s and 50’s. A few of them were movies, dancing, make-up, jewelry, bowling, I could go on and on. Today I’m free to do whatever I feel is okay in my personal life. So even though I’m free now, I do very few of those forbidden acts.

What I’m referring to, in this post, is the changing of a pastor. In the Free Methodist denomination, pastors are appointed, not hired by a church. When I was a little girl, it was common for a pastor to be moved after two or three years at the appointed church. My dad was a pastor and we stayed at the church in Des Moines, Iowa for four years during two different appointments! That was unusual!

I want to skip ahead to today. Pastors are still appointed, but the assignment may last for many years.  My pastor was here, in my church, for 20 years! I knew him well, he knew me well. I loved him and his wife. One day in May he made the announcement to a few committee folks (I was on the committee) that he had accepted a church in another state. We would be getting a new pastor. Oh…no…my heart dropped.

The committee I was on and our conference superintendent met numerous times in order for us to give the superintendent a clear profile of our church family and our needs. We  prayed for guidance for the conference committee in searching for a new pastor for us. This went on all summer! We were fortunate in having two assistant pastors who filled the pulpit, so to speak, over the summer.

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Midland Free Methodist Church

Finally as of one week ago, we have a new pastor appointed to our church! He’s not new to us. In fact, he was an assistant pastor here about fifteen years ago!

We, as a committee, were committed to prayer. We knew, without a doubt, that God had a person already picked out for us. We just needed to be patient. So we prayed, we interviewed, we discussed, we prayed…

Finally, another name was brought to us. We were surprised! We hadn’t thought of this person, even though most of us, on the committee, knew him.

Here’s his story. When he first heard our pastor was leaving, he began to pray for our church. After all, he knew us, he had been on staff as an assistant to our pastor, years before. Every now and then, our church came to his mind as he was praying and so he’d include us in his prayers. After a while, he asked God what was going on, why a new pastor wasn’t being assigned! Then he said, the thought came to him that maybe…maybe…he was the pastor to answer the call! He wrote to our conference superintendent telling him this and… the rest is history!

Pastor Gene LeForge has been assigned. This is a big change, but it’s one I can live with. I believe God is in it! “Thank You Lord, for Your guidance.”

This Grandma Was Determined

Miller graduated from high school at 4:00 on June 4, 2015. Haleigh graduated from high school at 7:00 on June 5, 2015. No problem…I can go to both! I have 15 grandchildren and am determined to be present at each one’s graduation, no matter where they live! Even if it means going to Malaysia, Canada, South Carolina, Illinois, Michigan! So far, so good!

This year it was a bit tricky! Miller graduated in South Carolina, Haleigh in Michigan…one day apart! I flew to South Carolina and enjoyed a week with the family, ending with Miller’s graduation at 4:00 PM on Thursday, June 4. Miller Grad (2)  Miller graduating

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Miller and me!

After graduation, there was a family and friends supper. Miller wanted home-made pizza! So there were at least four big pizzas made by my son-in-law, Sean, and neighbor, Ruth. They were all delicious! My favorite was ham and pineapple! Chips and homemade salsa and fruit were appetizers. I made a watermelon fruit basket. I couldn’t find a long watermelon! I found a round one that was shaped just right and sat up perfectly! I filled it with watermelon balls, blueberries, strawberries, and green grapes. Oreo Ice Cream Cake was dessert made by Miller’s Aunt Corrie!

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Watermelon Fruit Basket.

At 5:15 AM, Friday morning, June 5, daughter, Christy, drove me to the airport to board my United Airline plane and go home for Haleigh’s graduation at 7:00 PM that evening. No problem. I would fly to Washington D C, then to Chicago, then to Midland, Michigan, arriving at 4:00 PM. Graduation was to be at 7:00 PM! I could do this! No problem…WRONG!

I had booked my plane through Cheapo Air. That was my big mistake! For some reason, I couldn’t print out my ticket. I always had before on flights. I did confirm my flight on-line before I left home! But not before I left Columbus! When we arrived at the airport I thought my flight was with United. Oh no, it was American Airlines! Well, skipping details here, I missed my plane! A kind gentleman booked me on another flight, but not to Washington DC! To Philadelphia, then to Chicago. I made that flight!

I arrived in Philadelphia and found my gate only to discover I had missed my plane! What!? How could I miss two planes in one day? So another kind person booked me on another flight to Chicago. This time on US Air. I had to find my way from American terminal to US Air terminal! A very long way but I was given directions and I made it!

When I arrived in Chicago I had to change terminals again! This time from US Air to United. Another very long way but I found it! Next I decided I’d better find a restroom. There wasn’t one nearby! I asked and was told where to go. On my way back to my gate, can you believe it? I got lost!

I stopped to ask directions and a very kind young man offered to push me in a wheelchair! I told him I didn’t need a wheelchair, I just needed to find my gate. He took my suitcase and said, “I’ll take you there.” As we walked we visited. He was very young, 19 or 20 years; very good-looking; very friendly. I noticed he keep looking around for signs, we had to backtrack once. Finally, he told me he’d only been working there for three days! So he was still finding his way around! The name on his name tag was very strange so I asked him to pronounce it for me. “Oh! What country is that from,” I asked. He said, “Africa”. So I asked what country in Africa. His answer made me laugh! He said he googled it but he still doesn’t know! We had a good time visiting and finding our way back to my departure gate.

I wanted to give him a tip for helping me. I didn’t have any idea how much I should give him. I gave him $3.00, but I wish I’d given him $5.00. If he had pushed me in a wheelchair I know I would have given him $5.00, but all we did was walk.  But guess what! I’m not the only one who enjoyed our walking and talking! Before he left me at my gate, he gave me a big hug! I’m going to look for him anytime I’m in Chicago O’Hare Airport again! I wonder if he’ll remember me? I’ll never forget him!

I arrived home on time! Jerry was waiting for me. He fixed a lunch for me, I took a shower and we left for Haleigh’s graduation ceremony! Haleigh grad 4  Graduation Haleigh (2)  Graduation Haleigh (3)  Haleigh grad (2)  The end of a very long, but very worthwhile day! My grandchildren are worth it and this grandma was determined!!!

This morning Jerry asked me how I felt about the day. Wasn’t I terribly frustrated? I was so glad I could tell him honestly that I knew God was with me all the way. I never doubted it. What a mighty God we serve!

Frustration

Yes, I’m frustrated… I’ve been writing on blogs for several years now. I used to have a blog at allinthedayofme.com but, it filled up with photos so I started a new blog and named it allinadayofme.com It’s been working fine until recently. Now somehow my posts are being moved and posted in my former address. I’m not happy at all and need an explanation. I’ve tried to get to the bottom of this problem and can’t seem to. I hope the right people will see this and help me out.