Just back from Church and hearing the Religion vs. Politics sermon. I must say he usually keeps me more awake but today I woke with a nagging , blinding headache and had to rest my eyes between the aura’s and his strong words. Last time it was on Immigration which is a very hot topic in the southwest. Since we are so close to the border towns. He is especially sensitive to this topic as he has a hispanic foster child who is just so adorable. Seems her young mother left her in a box on a winter day right at the door of our local hospital. I remember reading about it in the newspaper and thought how sad and desperate that mom must of felt that day. Once, I went to speak with him one Sunday and she was in his office all dressed in white, white lacy dress, shoes and socks and ribbons. She looked like a little Angel and you could tell how much the entire staff loved her. Today I notice I am also having some difficulty with typing so please excuse any or all typos. However, singing in Church next to my 98 year old friend who also kept falling asleep during service was sort of fun, she held my hand during the Lord’s prayer and asked about my sis. Once when our mutual friend passed away right after I saw him at the hosptal, she held my hand to deliver the bad news to me. He was always so kind to the ladies at the Center and held open doors etc. I was so grateful that I went to visit him before he was gone. My friend, is agile and perky for her age, she can’t see very well but she never misses the bus to Church even though I offer to drive her. As a matter of fact out of 52 residents where she resides she’s the only one that will catch the bus. The others are … lazy and slept in today. And she still hangs on every note and I have to bite my tongue at times so that I won’t giggle . She is divine, so sweet and kind and a former artist. She never misses service and I wonder if he (The Man of God) even notices her from the pulpit? My weekend went very fast. Had a blast with the grand-kids over the weekend. They are always good for a lift of any kind of low lying spirit. We took an early morning desert swim among the baby quails as they drank from the drip system. We used the water gun to chase away bees drinking at the rockpool fountain. Did you know bees sleep during the night? Then we had a picnic with our beach towells on the floor while watching Sponge Bob. And then we had a sword fight with swimming noodles. But what I really enjoyed was the two hours we spent painting. My grandson (7) created a piece called ” One Line or Won Line”. When I asked him what he was thinking about when painting these colorful lines he said, ” just lines..thats all” and then he painted across the canvas – “Painted by a Kid.” Now that was fabulous. My grand daughter (5) painted one called ” no lines” and it is very colorful and bright. I could see a face and an oceon and a hill in hers. When I asked her what she was thinking about while painting hers, she said, ” pink -lipstick”. I mean isn’t that great. So off to the Art show they will go along with my piece. Have a groovey kind Sunday.
