2020 February 25 Tuesday

2020 February 25 Tuesday in Liberty Hill, Texas

am slowly easing my journaling to my other blog http://TomAndEllaJournal.com RVingFulltimeWithTomAndElla was originally set up to blog our RV journey. As both of our RVs are on, more or less, permanent sites now, it seems reasonable to change our focus to journaling this stage of our lives on http://TomAndEllaJournal.com.If you have been following this, the old site, I strongly encourage you to follow our continuing story on http://TomAndEllaJournal.com.By the end of March, I will either close this blog or only post things related to RVs.Thank you

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e did not go to the senior center today because Ella was experiencing some pain, mostly in her lower back near the hip. I asked if she wanted to go to the emergency room and she said, “No.”

owever, we needed to go to the Wal-Mart pharmacy in Cedar Park to pick up a prescription. Instead of going directly to the pharmacy, I took her to the emergency room.

e arrived about 11:30 a.m. They took her for x-rays and found arthritis in the back (which she already knew) but the hip looked good. They are giving her pain meds and a steroid..

hen we arrived at the pharmacy, the original prescription that had taken us there was ready. However, we brought two new scripts from the emergency room.

nce we were home, I began working on today’s blog post. Then I watched a little TV. Then I worked on the blog some more.

lla said, “Are we going tonight?” It took me a while to understand what she was asking. It is Tuesday and Tuesday is prayer meeting night at Cross Tracks Church. “I don’t know. How are you feeling? Can you tolerate sitting on the hard pews in the chapel,” I asked. “,Yes, I think so,” was her reply.

HOW TO LOSE A CHILD

It was a very hectic spring day at home. As usual, I was trying to cram too many things into a tight schedule. I was well into the current project when I realized I was missing a vital piece.

“I’m going to the store,” I announced to the family. “Can I come too?” my preteen daughter asked.

“Can I come too?” my preteen daughter asked.“I’m not shopping. I have one item to buy, so you needed to stick with me.””Okay,” she replied.

Once at the store, I quickly located what I needed. After waiting a short time at the checkout, I was able to make my purchase. With my mind on the project at home, I left the store, got in the car, and left.

As I was leaving the drive, I remembered my daughter. Panicked, i turned around, and rushed back in. She was standing at the door with tears in her eyes and a quivering lower lip. “I’m so sorry,” was all I could say.

She is a grown woman now with children of her own. I wonder of she has ever left one of her children. But I’m not going to ask. Why open that can of worms?

ow about you, friends, care to share a story of leaving or losing a child? Or, maybe you were the child left behind.

am constantly amazed, not just of the beauty of sunrise and sunset, but also at how quickly it changes. I’m also amazed at how cropping a photograph can make so much difference.

ake these three photographs for example. They are all of the same scene taken at the same time. The first photograph barely deserves a glance. The second gives the eye and mind more to “chew on”. And the third gives a three course meal of light, dark, and mid-tones.