No one told us when we were growing up that we’d get to a certain age and our family members and friends and peers would die at what seems like an alarming rate. I hate to admit I’m that person who looks at the obits…almost first thing in the morning. I’m not only looking locally, but I’m also checking the obits in the area where I lived in Colorado. It’s maudlin.
Every week it seems there’s someone else. For Mr. FixIt, too. He was an engineer in one of the local plants and a lot of his workers were smokers and drank a bit. They lived a hard life so he’s lost a lot in the last few years. It’s sad to see so many of our classmates gone, as well. I keep track of them on our class page and the number keeps going up.
We spent a lazy weekend at home. We have a family member in the hospital that we are praying for. I baked two dozen sourdough English muffins yesterday. I made them a little smaller this time…mainly to cut the calories per portion. But these are a little too small. They’ll still be eaten though. I need to make sourdough sandwich bread today. We’ve gone through two loaves in a little over a week. I store it in the fridge to reduce the risk of molding. I can’t believe my weight is staying stable with eating all this bread! As long as I don’t pack on the pounds over the winter, I can lose more when I get more active. We’ll be mowing before you know it.
Time marches on, doesn’t it? I’m sharing a post from February 2020. The world didn’t know Covid yet, but it soon would. It’s about my elderly aunt that I came from Colorado to help in her last years. It’s another lesson in loss.
“But if anyone does not provide for his relatives, and especially for members of his household, he has denied the faith and is worse than an unbeliever.”
1 Timothy 5:8 ESV
***Gratitude Journal***
Today I am grateful for the friendship of the former Mrs. FixIt. She is such a dear person and I cherish her.