Smoke Signals

Thank you to all of you who take the time to encourage my writing this column with your kind comments in person, by text, or even one special lady who sends me handwritten letters and cards encouraging me. Though I have never met her, it makes my day to open the mailbox and see her now familiar handwriting. You never know what a difference a kind word can make. When I was first asked to write a weekly column, I was very hesitant. What in the world did I have to write about? Many weeks I still wonder what to write about. Very few people share any local news with me to publish but God always sends me something!

My week has again resulted in extra rest, but I seem to be getting stronger. The vertigo is still a daily challenge but is slowly letting go. Unfortunately, it may be a part of a recent new diagnosis. I finally left my house on Tuesday, a week after returning from Georgia. I went to the Byhalia Town board meeting. On Thursday I ventured a bit farther going to my doctor who gives me cortisone shots in this troublesome shoulder. I dropped off a couple of boxes at Goodwill, went to my insurance agent to discuss an issue, and stopped by Byhalia Nutrition for a Peaches and Cream Meal Replacement Shake before going on to my Book Club meeting. We watched the movie, “My Dog Skip” since we had recently finished reading the book. Of course, we all knew the dog would die in the end but that did not completely stop the tears. All this resulted in additional rest on Friday. I have to learn not to do so much on the days I feel fairly well.

The grandson who had ventured to Scotland and London returned home this week. I haven’t had a chance to sit down and hear all his experiences, but I understand he had a number of awesome adventures. Scotland is a country I always wanted to visit. Looks like I will have to see it through his eyes.

One granddaughter “rescued” kittens from her workplace since they had been born in a warehouse where forklifts abounded. Mom seemed to be fairly safe and not easy to catch but there was concern for the safety of what she thought were six-week-old kittens. She thought one would be perfect for her dad and found homes for the others. They turned out to be four weeks old and required bottle feeding. Everyone was fine with that, so all have homes. One of the large family dogs has decided this is his kitten and has taken over some of his care.

Olivia has been invited to play with a second year twelve-year-old travel softball team. This is her first year playing in this age group. She wasn’t expecting that. She has worked hard at both pitching and batting lessons and practicing at home. Hard work and commitment do pay off. She will be the youngest one on the team.

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