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Taxes and such

I am sitting at the dining room table that is covered, not with plates for a lovely tea, but with paper that will help me to put the last year together for Chuck to begin to “do our taxes.” In the past, the job was much more complicated. We had 4 rental houses and jobs, now, we are “retired” with only one rental house and mortages paid to us. All I have to do is go through the expenses and list everything we spent to see how Chuck and Uncle Sam are going to communicate. This time of reckoning also involves reckoning the checkbook… With Chuck as the master financial guru in this family, my checkbooks must balance. So I sit down about this time and spend a few hours…. finding the “offs”. So I want to know… how come 6 + 7 doesn’t equal 9? pooey!

I have been coming into a new way to argue lately. It involves asking someone… “just who are those democrats you want to eliminate? Is it 50% of the population? Isn’t that the same thinking Hitler and Stalin used to eliminate Jews, Cossacks, Muslims?” A friend actually argued, “well, it isn’t 50%; there are independents.” Wow. I’m just saying… And another person said, “those people who moved to Florida for lower taxes, but speak out against DiSantis…. they should leave!!!” So… I ask, “who are they…’those people’?” All of them? Whoever they are. Isaiah wrote in chapter 58: “the Lord will answer if you call for help, and he will say: ‘Here I am! If you remove from your midst opression, false accusation and malicious speech… then light shall rise for you in the darkness.'” I’m all for the light folks! I choose light. So I’m a little voice occasionally asking… “do you really want to eliminate anyone like in the past?” God bless us!

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On Football

Good morning dear gentle readers! Today I remember Waaaaay back to the Team of the 1980s. The University of Miami. Bernie Kosar, redshirt freshman, took over the team when Jim Kelly separated his shoulder. Howard Schnellenberger and Jimmy Johnson made us National Champions. Miami went on to win 5 National Football Championships and put many young men into the National football leagues. Chuck and I went to New York to watch Miami play the first game of the season in Giants stadium. I saw Schnellenberger and Jim Kelly standing near a team bus, and I ran up and hugged Jim Kelly!!! Those were the days my friends! We werecrazed fans! My girl friend Bonnie and I still text all the way through UM football games, and now, last night, I texted through another football game with young men jousting for a National Championship, but it was Paula I texted with, our young man is Patrick Mahomes, and the men were young, but I am not. Oh dear. Oh well, memory is fun. Enjoy!

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On being back again

My dear readers! It has been almost a year since I wrote! Have you heard of a broken heart? I think I lost “it” when on January 6 the United States Capitol was stormed and some of my “friends” said that it was unfair that people were being arrested for the attack and the breaking and violence January 6 represented. It was heart breaking, and to this day I have to leave meetings when people say they “can’t wait for a regime change so the innocent attackers can get out of jail.” Then on 24 February, Russia attacked Ukraine and it was more than my heart could bear. Today finally I can write. …

It’s almost Valentines Day, and I’m moved to pray for Babies. My friend, Sandy Rosch (Treasurer of the Garden Club), has a very sick grand baby. He had a hurting ear… it developed into a BIG ear infection that has gone to the brain. He has had a surgery to open up the ear canal, drain the infection, and remove blood clots  His 5 doctors are working to determine what the infection is and treat it appropriately. Little Leo James Rosch is 2 years old.  Sandy reports that her daughter in law hasn’t eaten since the baby became seriously ill. I was with Sandy as she made and received phone calls and spoke with her son out in Arizona. This was a pain right in front of me that led me straight to prayer. I thought, my friends have been there. You have had sick babies. Like my mother, some of you have lost babies. You know what it is to cling to the cloak of Jesus as you lay on the floor weeping. “If only I could touch the hem of his garment.”  Lord, I pray, bless babies who are in trauma and in exile. Bless babies in the rubble of this world, Ukraine, Syria, Turkey. God bless the babies. 


In the Gospel of St. Mark (7:31), Jesus healed a deaf and speechless man: What did Jesus say when he looked up to heaven and he groaned? Was it a prayer to his father?  Was it… “Father, heal this little one. I love him. Let him be healed so he can hear your word, and then speak it?”  I pray, Let us all be healed. Let us hear the word which that God spoke in Genesis 3, “I do not expect you to know what I consider good or evil…  You don’t need to know…  Just Love. Listen (let your ears be opened and listen). We can not know what is evil. We cannot judge.”  Listen to God tell us “Love.” Ask God to clear out our infection, our deafness, our confusion… Lord let us be OPEN! “Ephphatha!”