Not a fine moment...

I have a place inside me that is not at peace.  Yesterday I was approached by a woman setting in a car, with out of state plates.  She had been there when I smilingly went by her to go in a store.  She stepped out of her car as I was going back to my ol suv.  Seems she was on her way to a distant town and needed money for gas.  I said "I'm sorry but I live on a small fixed income".  After getting directions to the nearest church that might be willing to help, she went on her way.  As I started out of town, I couldn't stand it and went in search of her. It's a small town, but she was no where to be found.  You see, I had remembered that I had the Christmas money that my parents had given me tucked in my wallet. It would have bought enough gas to get her where she was going. If I had just passed it forward there would not be this unhappy place inside me. 

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An American Cowgirl

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A Thanksgiving

I have so much to be Thankful for this Thanksgiving.  All the parents, kids, and grands have roofs over their heads, food in their pantries, and good health. Love and laughter abound.  I wish the same for you and yours.

It's all in how you look at it...

 One of the ranch houses we lived in had a sewage problem a-rise.  Himself was friends with one of the local boys who had a honeypot truck.  There were stories that he had cut a hole in his dinning room floor so that the table scraps could be fed to the hogs that lived under his house.  His life was pretty much the shits, what with running sheep and hogs and driving a honeypot truck for a living.
Anyway, here he comes with his truck to pump out the septic tank.  After getting the front yard dug up, and the tank pumped, he jumps down in the tank.  The happiest look comes over his face, and he tells me that we really need a new tank, as the old one is falling apart.  Falling apart?  Yep, the old one is made of redwood, oh, and can he have the ol boards. "Uh, yeah, you can have the ol redwood boards."  He carefully dismantles the tank, and lovingly places the boards on the side of his truck.  I can't stand it anymore, and ask what he is going to do with the boards.  "Well, I'm thinking of making a bar out of them for my family room.  You just don't find redwood like this anymore."  No, I guess you don't.  
A while later the guys mentioned that he had built a redwood bar in his family room.  I never said anything to the guys, his life is his own.  

Update from the Awesome One

Brighid has gone on vacation in her mind. She has accomplished diddly squat in the past few months, other than to put on 10 lbs. Her friends are telling her that this is normal after all the D trauma. Oh, and they are also saying that this rite of passage can easily take a year. Well isn't that just special! 

Brighid's friend sent her a chain recipe e-mail. First off, she assumed a lot by thinking she has a recipe in her head, then she thinks she has 20 friends! Neither of these assumptions are true.
 
Gus the Awesome