It doesn’t have to be a Sunday for it to be the day the Lord has made. Wednesdays work for us. As I was looking out of the east bathroom window, I found myself looking for a nice clean spot to check on Butter Ball. With the winds that brought mini dust storms that would quickly turn into driving wind wet storms, it was time to get out the short step ladder and wash those bathroom windows. Of course, one thing led to another. Dennis got the garden hose out. The back entry of the house is protected enough that the bugs love to hang out and mess all over the siding. Now that . . . is not easily cleaned off of vinyl siding.
Tomorrow we start the day out getting the results of Dennis’ latest tests. It brought about a very frank discussion of “existing” compared to “living.” As choices are given to us over the years from our medical doctors, we all have free will. Where the “will” takes us can be a slippery slope. We have joked about “adult day care.” Actually living it day to day, would not be such a joke. We will take the news the way it comes and not pre-judge. Therein lies the real reason: it was important enough for me to be able to get down on my knees to have the new ones put in.