According to the weather folk today is rated as Beneficial for those of us with respiratory concerns. I do not think so.
Since I rose at 8 o’clock, the pressure on my airways has been heavy and intense. The amount of mucus has been more than it has been for several days.
I do not think so.
You read that right a few lines above. I slept in until 8 a.m. today. How that happened is beyond me. Chooey was laying by my side on the bed without a whine or whimper.
It is a beautiful day in the Cornfield. As I look out the door of Mark’s Den at blue, clear sky, nice shade and relatively mild temperature. It is anyone’s guess how long it will last. But I do know the mercury will be rising as will the humidity.
That’s the way it is in Mark’s Day on this next to last day in August.
This Monday marks the beginning of the end for another month. Today August begins to wind down as September beckons.
The month is ending on a hot note while September will bring weather more like October.
This Monday morning, my head is pounding. The aching is intense. I went to bed with the front lobe of my brain, behind my right eye in pain. I woke to the posterior lobe and upper middle with shooting agony.
Such is life.
Another day of At Risk weather for those of us with breathing concerns. Yesterday was not bad as long as I stayed inside Mark’s Den. Each time I ventured outside the closeness of the air had its toll on my system.
Days run into days.
Nights become an endless night.
Days become weeks become months become years.
Turn the page.
Break out the quill and ink.
Write a new chapter.
Let the story develop.
That’s the way it is this first day of the week in Mark’s Den.
From the Gospel Originals album, all lyrics and music written by and performed by Sharon Hollifield (Mom) comes this week’s song of hope and inspiration. The song relates the cornerstone of the Christian faith.
The Scripture tells us “without the shedding of blood, there is no remission for sin.” Jesus took upon Himself the sins of the world to provide salvation for “as many as the Lord, Our God, shall call.”
From the Cross the way was paved for Jesus to take away the keys to death, hell and the grave from Satan and to rise again on the third day triumphant. And because Jesus lives, we too now have the assurance of eternal life.
But “It Started at Mount Calvary.”
Recorded at the late Woody Power Studio in Farmersburg, IN, I accompany Mom on the piano and with harmony.
Today is the annual Seafood Festival in this landlocked small town in the Cornfield. And it is going to be a scorcher with threats of thunderstorms for the outdoor activities.
Each year Hymera residents have fun, play games, enjoy seafood and listen to local area musicians. Why a small town celebrates seafood being a thousand miles from the ocean is beyond me.
All the festivity is taking place across the street from Mark’s Den. But with my respiratory issues and the fact that today is considered a High Risk day for those of us with breathing concerns, I will not be participating.
My Dad, who happens to be 80 years young, and some of his friends will be providing music at 1 p.m. today. How he keeps going and going the way he does is nothing short of amazing.
People will be traveling in from miles around to enjoy the day.
9:00 Kids Fun Run 9:00 Vendors Open 10:00 Parade (Reach for the Stars) Parade begins at School
11:00 American Legion Memorial Program (Memorial on 48)
11:00 North Central Band and Thunderettes
12:00Lynn Ivy and Friends
12:00 Pedal Tractor Pull (Sign up at Ruritan)
1:00 Air-Evac lands by Legion
1:30 Games for All (FREE) ***
3:00 Mel Pinkston and Group
4:00 Blue Grass and More
***Contests include: Water Ballon Toss, egg toss, watermelon eating, bubble blowing, Toss-o-Rama, and More!
The nostalgia, longing for what for a short time was reality, creeped in last night as I was watching television. This morning that nostalgia is still much on my mind.
Last summer I was living in the Desert. Last summer God had opened the door through support from some great online friends from the iReport community for me to be living in what I called then my dream house.
Today, I am back in the Cornfield in an apartment at Stonebrook of Hymera.
Wow! For the second morning in a row, Chooey allowed me to sleep in to nearly 7:30 a.m. Thanks, Chooey!
After three tornadoes ripped through the Cornfield north of Indianapolis in the Kokomo area on Wednesday, it will be a very humid and mostly sunny day today.
Here in West Central Indiana, it was heavy rain in the early evening hours yesterday. My system definitely was feeling the pressure.
The other day, Susie, Dad’s wife, took Chooey to the vet’s to have his nails clipped and get his rabies shot. Since then, my little buddy has taken to spending most of his time either on the couch, on the computer desk or in my computer chair laying behind me.
After my writing, ‘Fess Up, Brianna, the other night and tweeting the link to CNN‘s Brianna Keilar, the post has been shared 39 times on Facebook. Also I noticed yesterday that Brianna was much more subdued with the blatant partisanship she has been displaying.
Meeting Mom at Dollar General in Shelburn today for a care package. She is sending me cookies with yummy icing as well as meals.
If you have my history, then you know that the brightest of days can suddenly go dark on the spin of a dime.
I have my moments which come out of nowhere. Last night was one of those when the depression swept in hard and heavy.
As I look out the door at the beauty of this second day of the week, I am still fending off the depressive clouds that linger Inside My Mind.
Such is life.
Chooey and I chowed down on baked potato and hamburger steak last night. This evening it will be hot dogs and fried potatoes with onion. I am thinking of doing up chicken and noodles either tomorrow or over the weekend.
Failed to mention that I was able to accept an invitation from Mom on Sunday for dinner. Several of her and Bill’s friends were there as well as my sister, Leticia, and husband, Chad. It was nice to get out of the house.
And yes, I took home a doggy bag as well.
Nice surprise in the mail the other day.
I received a bookmark with some inspiring words from Teddy Roosevelt from one of my angels on the Atlantic Seaboard. Online friend, Linda Glovach (a wonderful, published author), sent it to me.
Chooey was not having it. He was awake and wanted Daddy awake as well.
After I turned on my coffee and dressed for the day, I wandered into the living room. Turned on the television to CNN to catch up on the news.
What does Chooey do?
He crawls up into the recliner with me. Chooey curls into a ball and goes back to sleep.
The coffee has percolated. I pour a cup and move over to the computer. Chooey hops out of the recliner, onto my lap. He makes his way to my right side and behind my back. Chooey stretches out behind me. Soon my little buddy is in Sand Land sleeping peacefully. Meanwhile, I am awake, wishing I was back in bed.
Such is life in Mark’s Den as another week begins.