Your not gonna believe this! I am nearing my golden years, and had my first ever - never had before . . . . bloody nose. What in the world? Yes, a bloody nose. I thought I felt like I needed to sniff as if my nose was a little runny. So, I did and it felt drippy. So I touched it with my napkin from lunch, and it was blood. How in the world?
Last Friday I had another incident. Chalk it up to being laid up, or irresponsible whichever, it was a sight to behold. I had driven to the cracker to have an adjustment, and then I went home, and then Jim and I went to his work to get his paperwork for disability. I knew I was low on gas, but had no idea it was on fumes. You see, there is a little gauge that tells me how many miles there are to empty. It lied. It said I had 14 miles to empty, but I was on the freeway when it started cutting out. I told Jim I thought I was running out of gas, he shook his head at me as he so lovingly does, and told me to get over to the far right lane and DON'T put on the brake. From that moment on I felt like a nascar driver, or a pilot bringing in a broken down plane and taking anxious instruction from the towers.
Jim tells me, pull over into the next lane ok. Now, put it in neutral and let it coast. Now get in the lane to take the off ramp. Look look look. Don't put on the brake!! Ok Jim I gotcha! Ok, now as we go down the off ramp to the street DON'T put on the brake. Ok ok ok, looks good, now move over again to the far right. HURRY HURRY HURRY (he says this knowing that I can't make it go any faster). Over to the far lane I went. The car is now just coasting, it has died, and the steering doesn't like me very much. I'm now down to the stop light. Don't stop he yells at me and don't put on the brake as you take this corner. RIGHT - I'm still going 40. I did put on the brake for just a second, and then turned the corner. Immediately to our right was a gas station. I grabbed hold of the wheel and quickly turned into the gas station and forced the turn of the wheel to line up with the pump. We made it. It was almost exciting. I was somewhat exhilerated and somewhat scared. I thought Jim was going to chew me out but good. Instead, we sat at the pump somewhat drained and laughed our butts off. He accused me of living on the edge. I accused him of not loving me enough to make sure I didn't have to pump gas!!! Here we were, two cripples and a car out of gas. My bad.
Our patio refridgerator quit working. Yes, in the desert we keep a fridg on the patio and run it year round. We keep soda and beer in there, and its nice when your sitting on the patio or taking a swim to have the cold beverages outside. Well. We received a little fridg for out there a couple years ago and it never kept the stuff quite as cold as we would prefer. After we moved to this house we noticed that it was not keeping it cold at all. We were putting a jug of frozen water in there to keep it cold, and that worked for a while. Finally we just unplugged it and decided since it came from Sams Club we would return it one day.
Today our house refrig quit working. Everything in the freezer thawed and the fridg is not keeping things cold enough to stop bacteria growing. Time to take back the patio fridg, as the repairman can't make it til Thursday. Between the two of us cripples we got the thing loaded up in the jeep and headed to Sams.
Now if you didn't know, Sams HAD a great return policy. It didn't matter how long you owned the thing, if you had a receipt they would take it back and you could get it replaced or something different. If you didn't have the receipt they kept it in their systems for 2 years and you could exchange or return for that amount of time. Notices the caps on had.
Jim didn't think that I could exchange the thing. I was determined. I walked in and talked to the lady. My back was hurting and I probably looked like I was in pain and a force to be reckoned with. She then informed me that their return policy has changed to 90 days. I stood firm and told her that the only reason we didn't go to Costco with more selection was because of the return policy. She then got a manager, who agreed to exchange the frig. I went out and got Jim and told him it was a go. He brought the frig in only to find out it was nothing shy of a wine cooler. HA! No wonder it didn't get cold. I tried my hardest to argue with the clerk - I tried to explain to her that there weren't any dips in the racks for the bottles - she didn't care. She said it was a wine cooler. We accepted that, and the manager made the swap. Jim is still laughing!
Bloody noses, running out of gas, swapping out fridg's that are two years old. Just a day in the life of me! My nose isn't bleeding anymore. My car has gas (I would rather scrub 200 toilets than put gas in a car). And we have a new fridg to keep our perishables from rotting.
Tomorrow is another day. Because of the thawing of the freezer, my bags of rasberries we picked are liquid. That means tomorrow is jelly day. Black Rasberry Jelly. Yum Yum Yum. Know what else happens tomorrow? God' mercies are new. But not just tomorrow - they are new every day! Each day brings about its joys and it challenges, but one thing I can count on - and so can you - is God's mercies are new every day. What a Savior we have!!!!!
Lamentations 3
22 The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; [1]
his mercies never come to an end;
23 they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
Last Friday I had another incident. Chalk it up to being laid up, or irresponsible whichever, it was a sight to behold. I had driven to the cracker to have an adjustment, and then I went home, and then Jim and I went to his work to get his paperwork for disability. I knew I was low on gas, but had no idea it was on fumes. You see, there is a little gauge that tells me how many miles there are to empty. It lied. It said I had 14 miles to empty, but I was on the freeway when it started cutting out. I told Jim I thought I was running out of gas, he shook his head at me as he so lovingly does, and told me to get over to the far right lane and DON'T put on the brake. From that moment on I felt like a nascar driver, or a pilot bringing in a broken down plane and taking anxious instruction from the towers.
Jim tells me, pull over into the next lane ok. Now, put it in neutral and let it coast. Now get in the lane to take the off ramp. Look look look. Don't put on the brake!! Ok Jim I gotcha! Ok, now as we go down the off ramp to the street DON'T put on the brake. Ok ok ok, looks good, now move over again to the far right. HURRY HURRY HURRY (he says this knowing that I can't make it go any faster). Over to the far lane I went. The car is now just coasting, it has died, and the steering doesn't like me very much. I'm now down to the stop light. Don't stop he yells at me and don't put on the brake as you take this corner. RIGHT - I'm still going 40. I did put on the brake for just a second, and then turned the corner. Immediately to our right was a gas station. I grabbed hold of the wheel and quickly turned into the gas station and forced the turn of the wheel to line up with the pump. We made it. It was almost exciting. I was somewhat exhilerated and somewhat scared. I thought Jim was going to chew me out but good. Instead, we sat at the pump somewhat drained and laughed our butts off. He accused me of living on the edge. I accused him of not loving me enough to make sure I didn't have to pump gas!!! Here we were, two cripples and a car out of gas. My bad.
Our patio refridgerator quit working. Yes, in the desert we keep a fridg on the patio and run it year round. We keep soda and beer in there, and its nice when your sitting on the patio or taking a swim to have the cold beverages outside. Well. We received a little fridg for out there a couple years ago and it never kept the stuff quite as cold as we would prefer. After we moved to this house we noticed that it was not keeping it cold at all. We were putting a jug of frozen water in there to keep it cold, and that worked for a while. Finally we just unplugged it and decided since it came from Sams Club we would return it one day.
Today our house refrig quit working. Everything in the freezer thawed and the fridg is not keeping things cold enough to stop bacteria growing. Time to take back the patio fridg, as the repairman can't make it til Thursday. Between the two of us cripples we got the thing loaded up in the jeep and headed to Sams.
Now if you didn't know, Sams HAD a great return policy. It didn't matter how long you owned the thing, if you had a receipt they would take it back and you could get it replaced or something different. If you didn't have the receipt they kept it in their systems for 2 years and you could exchange or return for that amount of time. Notices the caps on had.
Jim didn't think that I could exchange the thing. I was determined. I walked in and talked to the lady. My back was hurting and I probably looked like I was in pain and a force to be reckoned with. She then informed me that their return policy has changed to 90 days. I stood firm and told her that the only reason we didn't go to Costco with more selection was because of the return policy. She then got a manager, who agreed to exchange the frig. I went out and got Jim and told him it was a go. He brought the frig in only to find out it was nothing shy of a wine cooler. HA! No wonder it didn't get cold. I tried my hardest to argue with the clerk - I tried to explain to her that there weren't any dips in the racks for the bottles - she didn't care. She said it was a wine cooler. We accepted that, and the manager made the swap. Jim is still laughing!
Bloody noses, running out of gas, swapping out fridg's that are two years old. Just a day in the life of me! My nose isn't bleeding anymore. My car has gas (I would rather scrub 200 toilets than put gas in a car). And we have a new fridg to keep our perishables from rotting.
Tomorrow is another day. Because of the thawing of the freezer, my bags of rasberries we picked are liquid. That means tomorrow is jelly day. Black Rasberry Jelly. Yum Yum Yum. Know what else happens tomorrow? God' mercies are new. But not just tomorrow - they are new every day! Each day brings about its joys and it challenges, but one thing I can count on - and so can you - is God's mercies are new every day. What a Savior we have!!!!!
Lamentations 3
22 The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; [1]
his mercies never come to an end;
23 they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
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