In My Own Words

Here we are, a week into July and I haven’t written anything lately. It’s not that there isn’t anything to write about, more like I’ve been busy with this and that. Jack and I had company for the weekend; my sister Peggy and her husband Todd came down Friday, July 2 and stayed through Monday, July 5. We seldom have company, and only get to see family once or twice a year, so it was a wonderful weekend.

Once they arrived on Friday, we mostly sat out under the sycamore tree in the front yard and visited. Saturday Jack and Todd took their guns and went to the shooting range at the TWRA game reserve, while Peggy and I went to the Livery Stables in Pleasant View to look for bargains. Peggy found several items she couldn’t live without, and I found a wonderful painting that would be perfect over the fireplace. I was going to tell Jack about it, and have him go back to the Livery Stables with me later to get his opinion and see if he’d buy it. Peggy paid for her treasures, though, then took me back to the booth where we’d found the painting and had me help her take it down from the wall. Then she bought it and gave it to Jack & I as a gift.

I had put together two care packages Saturday morning, and put a banner in a large envelope with 15 Guardian Angel cards to send to a Warrior who had posted that all he and his guys wanted was to know that they were not forgotten over in Afghanistan. When we went to the post office, Peggy paid the postage for all three items so I would be able to send more packages.

Sunday was a busy day; Sunday School, church, creek baptism, Nashville fireworks show. We didn’t get home until after midnight, and it was 1:00 a.m. before we got to bed. The fireworks were awesome; both our kids & their families went with us, and except for Ana everybody thoroughly enjoyed the show. Ana was afraid of the noise, and after the first few fireworks went off she was crying and wanting to go home.

I had left my computer on, and when I went to shut it down before going to bed, I saw that one of my Warriors had left a message on IM. I’d just missed him by 15 minutes. He said he had just gotten back from R&R, and was back in Afghanistan safe and sound, and he’d try to catch me later. He’s from Ft. Campbell – there have been a lot of Warriors from Ft. Campbell KIA in the past month and a half, so I can’t help but worry about them. I hate Afghanistan…and that’s all I’ve got to say about that…