Bob will confirm that I’m not very proficient at keep track of things. To parody the old phrase, he says that I have “places for things, and everything in their places.” Same with finances, and although I’ve improved immensely over the years, I do still generally pray prior to any attempt at balancing my checkbook. (It rattles Bob’s cage a bit if I do anything with his. I just don’t tell him about it until after the fact; it prevents anxiety.)
All this makes it even more incredible that I’m in nursing since we have to keep track of EVERYTHING, like when someone sneezes, and what color it was.
Okay, right, that was gross without warning, (so is nursing), and mild hyperbole, (depending). But you get my drift. I tell people that there is mass deforestation when I return to work as a school nurse in the late summer with all the required record-keeping and paper work that transpires. At least now with computers and email, some of that can be mitigated, but even so, documentation in some form continues.
Continue reading “Just For the Record”
This past summer Bob and I enjoyed visiting my parents in their beautiful Midwest retirement community—it’s like a college campus for the over-60 crowd. They’re incredible! Interestingly, we were also roaming around the California Redwood Forest just few weeks prior to that, and in my mind, there is a striking resemblance between the two in more ways than one, if you get my drift.
Now a retired engineer, Dad is a United States Navy veteran who worked as a mechanic on airplanes, and his stories keep me spellbound. While we were visiting, a neighbor stopped in. Mr. B is a 90+-year-old U.S.A.F. bomber pilot vet from World War II. (Triple exclamation marks…!!!) Continue reading “Roger, Wilco”
I never saw Saving Private Ryan; don’t want to either, but I heard that the real heroes who were there gave that first twenty minutes their blessing as being pretty eye-popping accurate. Maybe it was just in some other old movie I saw years ago, but a quote stuck in my head. The scene was inside one of those small, flat-bottomed landing craft as it rapidly approached the beach at the invasion of Normandy in World War II. To the anxious American soldiers, the commander in charge said, “Men, as soon as you step on that beach, you are a veteran.”
Despite the popularity of GI Joe and similar movies, games, and consumer junk, there is absolutely nothing nice about war. Nothing. But war is part of human existence. I reiterate what John Eldredge so aptly talks about in his book, Waking the Dead, that the backdrop of all life is, in fact, war. It’s not what we were originally created for, but it is what it is, and now we are responsible for dealing with it.
Interestingly, the pattern of war started even before the human race came on the scene when Satan gathered his army and mounted his unsuccessful coup (what was he thinking???) He was, unfortunately, Continue reading “Needed: Drill Sargeants, inquire below”