Boo Boo #2 (I'm a poet)

To continue: After the bacon incident, I did one of my brilliant falling tricks. I never see them coming—I really don't think I need to explain. One second, everything is okay—the next second, I'm either on the floor or just about to hit it. Boom—I landed on my a** (just my left cheek)! Owie! No harm—butt for a bruised pride, and bottom. Sitting is still tender today, butt it IS better.☺

And, in summation, JOY:

For this segment I'll quote myself segments from a letter I mailed today to Nance. Yes, our Nance.

"I am so excited and full of joy! I have stewed over your dilemma for such a long time wondering what I could do to assist, and grieving over the pittance anything I could offer would be. Randy had written the MSOhio group trying to solicit ideas, and funds to make your life easier. I put a check into the mail, but I knew that little could be done with that. I finally asked myself what I'd like to have/do if I was in your place."

"Then the "light bulb" came on (God whispered in my ear)—what I'd want the very most would be a computer. The "wheels" started spinning. Where could we get a computer at an affordable price? Then God tapped me on the shoulder—you've got a laptop sitting in a closet downstairs. But it's old, and so outdated, logic argued with me. God pushed me toward the phone—call your computer man! I called my computer repair man and got the good news that he could erase the hard drive, and get the machine up to good order for a good price. I got another nudge—call Randy for more information. I dialed Randy, but he was not available, and I left a message on his answering machine to call me. Another nudge—I didn't mean for you to call Randy—call Nance!"

I did call Nance and asked her lots of questions about where she was living and what was available to her. I learned that she has wireless access to the internet! I told her that I'd send the computer to her. In closing our phone conversation she asked if I had plans for Christmas. My reply was, " To get you on line!" With that in mind, more quoting from my letter to her:

"You know most of the rest of the story. But, I'll add that Randy returned my call and is nearly as excited as I about the prospect of getting you on line. I gathered your computer, and drove to the computer repair shop (about an hour away—told you we were in the boonies) I had taped a note on your computer to add a wireless card, and bring the USB ports up to high speed. My computer man was not there, but his wife was expecting me. So your computer is going to be worked on this week-end, and might be ready early next week! I'll get it into the mail ASAP, and you should have it by the end of the week! YAY!!!"  

"I'm going to tell you that your computer was given to me by my sister who refused to use it. Her husband had purchased it for her. Her husband passed away in 2006, and when I made the decision to get the computer to you, he smiled down! I see a job and income in your near future! You have so many friends and a new horizon is spreading out before you. This was meant to be! "See" you next week!"

 God works in such wonderful ways—he put some of my recent plans out of reach so that this would be possible!

Huge hugs!