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Wat’d She Say?

I recently suggested that the hub get a hearing aid.

He accused me of mumbling.

“No one else thinks I need a hearing aid,” he said.

“No one else says I mumble,” I countered.

Then I told him a story.

A man, at the doc’s office for a routine checkup, mentioned his concern about his wife’s hearing.

“You can test it yourself,” the doc said.

“When you get home tonight, as soon as you walk through the front door, say ‘Honey, I’m home, what’s for dinner?’ If you get no response move into the next room and try again. If you still don’t get a response keep moving closer until you do.”

So when the man arrived home that evening he came through the front door and said, “Honey, I’m home, what’s for dinner?”

There was no reply.

So he moved into the dining room and said, “Honey, I’m home, what’s for dinner?”

Silence.

He moved into the kitchen, right up behind his wife, who was doing dishes at the sink, and said, “Honey, I’m home, what’s for dinner?”

His wife spun around and said, “For the THIRD TIME, chicken!”

The hub chuckled in a convicted sort of way.

I don’t mumble.

#volume

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Just One Major Surgery Away from Calling a Jamaican Nurse, “Mama”

I’ve had two “procedures” in the last three weeks.

Thursday’s procedure was on my right eye.  Going to the hospital and being put under seemed like overkill, but I guess my “procedure” was surgery, and that’s how surgery is done.  They tied my hands to the bed, because apparently, in a twilight sleep, people try to bat the surgeon away from their eye.   The reflex is that strong.

Today, thanks to diligently icing it all day yesterday, I can keep my eye open long enough to read some posts.

Tomorrow I’ll visit my sister.  Any suggestions for a portable, nutritious, delicious meal to take?

Have a wonderful Saturday!

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We Get By with a Little Help From Our Friends

“God is cleaning the upper gutters!”

What?

It was the hub, speaking to me through the door-wall screen with sheer delight in his voice.

I was intrigued, mainly because that’s not the sort of thing the hub usually says.

Why such delight?  Last week he pulled tons of helicopters – and some newly sprouted mini maple trees -out of the screens that cover the gutters on our lower roof. But the upper roof requires the really long extension ladder and, with my broken foot, I cannot hold it for him. Now that he’s older and less steady, he’s not wild about going to the top of that ladder to begin with, and definitely not without a spotter. So the upper screens would just have to wait.

And then the other day he was on the deck when he heard rustling and fluttering. He saw helicopters whirling around him, spinning to the ground, landing in a line running along the back of the house. He looked up at the large maple tree, no wind rustling the branches to shake the seeds loose.

He looked up at the roof. Suddenly a little head popped up from the gutter. Then another, and another. Four little heads were plucking the helicopters from the screen and flinging them to the ground.

It seems God sent four of His best feathered helpers to finish the job.

Thanks God!

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