much catching up for you...
so, after I left barnes and noble I went back to the house, ate some turkey, ate some golden grahams and then went to bed b/c of my horrible three-crack headache. My mom, my aunt and my cousin paige were nowhere to be found and I tried to stay up for them, but I failed.
Also, my uncle phil was still up (amazing); he and Andrew were in the middle of a long conversation when I went to sleep. This too, would have enticed me to stay awake, had the headache not won the night. the conversation had many interesting statements in it like animal psychology is very interesting. I learned so much from that course - of course you will too, when you take it. Why? b/c we’re basically animals ourselves… and how many documented deaths do you think there have been from marijuana use? None. Andrew, asprin kills more people than pot.
darnit.
I love my uncle phil, but I don’t have to agree with his theology.
So, I went to sleep and my mom woke me up at 3 to take Andrew to the airport. She’s such a nut - she worked all night and didn’t even sleep. She’s stinkin’ 51 and she still pulls all-nighters.
my mother is my HERO
So we took Andrew to the airport, returned my happy rental car and tooled around Atlanta in the wee hours of the morning. We found the zoo, the federal penitentiary, the only bakery open at 6 am, three shopping malls (but no parking) and that gas is way more expensive in scarytown. We parked in a crackerbarrel parking lot and snoozed for an hour; woke up and ate breakfast at 9. by ten o clock, we were both up and had one call in to Victoria at Victory Acres. She didn’t pick up, so I left a message and we went to walmart to kill time.
SIDENOTE: I have been to walmart every day since being in Georgia.
They don’t have vitaminwater in Atlanta walmarts either - crud.
We drove to Woodstock, GA (the town-ish location of Victory Acres). At almost 11:30 AM, we found a goodwill and decided to call Victoria again. No dice, but I left another message. After hunting massive deals in goodwill for an hour and a half (I got the coolest dress, Aerin!), we called again but refused to leave a message, packed up and headed for home. :(
Upon our return, we worked our tails off for another four hours, hauling furniture and boxes full of medical charts to locations both near and far.
Hahahaha - then we went to walmart AGAIN! I bought apples, two quarters of a watermelon and a happy wide-screen copy of Batman Begins.
We went home, my mom made dinner (still, she hadn’t slept - except for a 2-hour nap in the van. Did I ever tell you she’s my hero? She’s everything I wish I could be…), I put the movie in for paige and my mom, took a shower (my first in 3 days! - eew.), and promptly went to bed.
So, to sum up, it has been a day of losses - some good, some not so good:
I woke up super early (loss of sleep)
Took Andrew to the airport (loss of brother)
Turned in my rental car (loss of freedom)
Waited six and a half hours to see dogs that I didn’t get to see (loss of happy-ness)
Went to walmart twice (loss of cash-ola)
Worked some more (loss of energy)
Took a shower (loss of dirt and nasties)
Hahaha - that was yesterday
...
okay, what is today? Wednesday, i think...
Right now I am sitting in the newly-organized study. My mom is playing my hapathing, a nice lady named becky is playing my uncle phil’s guitar ----
HOLY CRUD!!! My antie just came into the room (with my mom and the beckylady) and wanted a part of the action, but the only thing she plays is the organ - the organ is in the dining room and mom and becky won’t move out of the living room. She told them about five times to switch rooms (a la hilary webber) and then she stormed out (a la myself…). Then I hear this scraping and scratching on the wood floor and I turn my head - she’s dragging the stinkin' organ down the hall and into the living room!!!
Becky’s husband, Beau, goes, “look at her - she’s a flippin’ mule!”
man, I almost died, it was so funny!
No way - right now, they’re all in the living room - ukulele, guitar, organ, and now - holy smokes they’ve just added a harmonica to the mix! They’ve got the crazy organ beats goin’ but my antie doesn’t know her chords and things are going horribly awry. Now my mom has given antie elna the ukulele and she’s playing the organ. This is what I’m hearing, “I’m leavin’ on a jet plane…don’t know when I’ll be back again…hahahahahaha!”
It’s pretty classic.
So, anyways, back to reality… I’m sitting in the newly-organized study, my rear on a spare dining room chair, my way being lit by a poor, dusty lamp minus shade, my feet resting on a copy of…hold on, let me look…oh, this is great - on a copy of THE ULTIMATE SNIPER, an advanced training manual for military and police snipers.
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what was that I said about reality?
Oh man.
This house gets more and more bizarre the longer I dig into it.
The study is filled with books and magazines of all types. For example:
1. an infantryman’s guide to combat in built-up areas
2. five acres and independence, a handbook for small farm management
3. raising the home duck flock
4. making cheese, butter and yogurt
5. the natural soap book, making herbal and vegetable-based soaps
6. live off the land in the city and country
7. the art of war (Machiavelli)
8. killing zone, a professional’s guide to preparing or preventing ambushes
9. the non-toxic home and office
10. self-reliance journal, for outdoor and better living
11. wild game from field to table
And then there’s
12. traditional Japanese cooking
13. the complete Hawaiian history
14. plato and his writings
15. Disney: a treasury of song
Also in this room are about six shotguns and rifles, at least three hand guns, boxes and boxes of ammunition, a very mean looking bow and two quivers of arrows, boxes and boxes of camping equipment including self sufficient flashlights (you squeeze a handle and they run for like two seconds until you squeeze the handle again) and, no kidding, a wind-up radio.
Needless to say, today has been strange. I woke and the rumor was circulating that we were actually going to leave tomorrow, so we had to really "bus' it out" today in order to leave on time. Well, all I can say is, we bus'-ed everything we had and we’re lucky if we leave by Friday.
There’s just too much stuff...and not enough trailer.
Today’s highlights:
1. the aforementioned jam session, courtesy of (they’ve named themselves) “the senior chics”
2. a trip to the Laundromat on account of the dryer killing itself at approximately 10 AM.
3. i found out why Victoria stood me up yesterday - she had shipped a puppy to Italy the day before and found out that it never got there. Needless to say, she was at the airport all day and didn’t have any way to get in touch with me. So, we tried again today - I was supposed to go to her house at 2:30, but I didn’t have a car and so I couldn’t go. boo.
4. another trip to walmart
5. I tackled and killed the study (which was a bigger job than any of us had imagined)
6. Kelly sent me videomail of the bird and the cat. It was much appreciated and very fun!
I know I could write more, but I am very tired and loosing focus. There is talk of me flying out to Denver tomorrow (b/c they don’t really know when they’re going to finish this house and leave), but I don’t know… I told my mom that if they have to buy me another ticket, they should just send me home, but she’s very much against it.
We’ll see. Hopefully, I’ll at least be able to post this tomorrow - even if it means another run to Rome and Barnes and Noble.
I love you guys and I’m sorry I missed youth group tonight…
me :)
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Hello. It is Thursday night and I am writing.
Today was…a day. I woke up and started packing books. Uncle Phil’s three Brothers were here to help with the heavy lifting (they came two days ago, but left to go back to Macon this afternoon). Lunch was brought over by a friend of the family, but having a huge breakfast, I declined in favor of more packing. In the afternoon I was informed that I had better pack up my personal belongings and bring them outside - the vehicles were almost full and they needed to make sure that there was enough room for our luggage. After that, I detailed the van, said thanks and goodbye to the Brothers and then we (mom, Paige and I) packed up some more books to take over to a friend’s house.
The friend’s house was happy - the lady was a Pastor’s wife and they lived on a farm with seven horses, an Australian Shepherd, geese, cattle, two cats and a creamsickle-ish Corn Snake.
After that, we went to Krystal’s - a fast-food place where they serve every sandwich in miniature without ketchup. Blech.
After that, we went to the local Goodwill to search for luggage - no dice.
Then we dropped my mom off at the house with the intention of her taking a break (which didn’t happen, BTW) and Paige and I went to Circuit City to purchase happy speakerness for the laptop and also an adaptor for the cigarette lighter in the van (so that we can plug said speakers in.
We came back to the house, packed some more (which I didn’t quite understand b/c the vehicles and the trailer are all FULL, but oh well…), popped some popcorn and watched Robots until we were tired.
The controversy of the day was as follows: Uncle Phil might or might not be well enough for the drive. In which case, we were told that he would go back to Macon with his brothers and they would put him on a plane when he was feeling better and then he’d meet us in Denver. Well, something happened because they are gone, he is still here and he is still too weak to make much of a drive. We’re supposed to leave tomorrow. My mother told her sister today that - with or without them, we are leaving on Friday. The van is packed, so it shouldn’t be that big of a deal for us to just get started - it will be myself, my mom, the fat dog and the 14 year old cat. And maybe Paige. I would like it if Paige could come. Anyways, mom and I are motivated, so we should be on the road by ten in the morning - at least.
Morale of the house is as follows: All are tired. Antie Elna is not happy and stressed, Uncle Phil is not happy and is weak and ill, my poor mom is wearing herself out and getting sick, Paige is depressed, and I am…packing and watching. Absorbing.
Alright, I have to go to bed…
Me.
UPDATE:
I have just been informed that friends of the family have donated the use of a u-haul trailer to be hitched to the back of the van sometime tomorrow.
*le sigh again*
There goes our early start.
Hey y’all…
Okay, so it’s Friday morning and I’m seriously starting to loose it. I sent some major S.O.S.s heavenward this morning; my focus is off and all I want to do is get out of this madhouse. Part of me feels as if I am in some sort of fiction novel, it’s so surreal.
No kidding - this morning my 6-foot-plus uncle was walking around in a t-shirt and his underware (not boxers). My aunt had to tell him to turn around and get some clothes on. I’m not used to seeing him like this and it freaks me out.
My uncle… I am very disturbed. He never used to be like this. I came here to stay with them for a while in 1996 (during the Olympic Games) after I had graduated High School and that was really when I first began to know my Uncle Phil. He is so smart - did I tell you he’s a Doctor? Yup - family practice. And he’s got an awesome sense of humor and probably the biggest heart ever. If it wasn’t for my Antie Elna, they would have been broke long ago because Uncle Phil would treat anyone for nothing - he’s been paid in produce, venison, even scented candles. Then he got sick, but for a while, he fought it. Kelly and I came up here for Thanksgiving like three years ago, and although he was sick then, he still drove, he still ran his practice, he still ate with the family and was still my Uncle Phil. Now… he is so different. It’s like he’s given up. He lies in his bed most times; standing for any amount of time is like running a marathon. He’s always been a big guy - I think he’s the tallest dude I’ve ever met - but his weight has skyrocketed to the point that my Antie sleeps in a different bed now.
And the books…the guns…the ammo… all his. I didn’t even get a chance to tell you about the buckets. When I got here, it was funny - white, 5-gallon buckets downstairs, stacked three high, taking up a whole corner of the enormous basement next to the wood-burning stove. All of them filled with staples: flour, cornmeal, salt and other spices, sugar, rechargeable batteries, vegetable seed packets, small animal feed, maxi pads, oxygen absorbers to preserve foodstuffs, canning supply… Paige told me it was for Y2K and my first thought was, why the heck haven’t they gotten rid of this already? I mean, if I had done all that stuff for Y2K and the whole things was a washout, I wouldn’t just leave the stuff there - I’d get rid of it. It’s embarrassing. But here they were - more than 30 of them, plain as day.
Before I came here, I had doubts as to whether my Uncle and his family were saved or not. I asked God for a sign - obvious and unavoidable. Well, I don’t know where my head has been, but I’m finally waking up now. I was packing up his books yesterday - do you know that he had three whole books on how to change your identity and drop out of society? And other books on the shelf were all about philosophy and…
Wait a minute. Didn’t Juliette go to Mercer? Holy crud - that’s where my Uncle graduated. I stole a book from his shelf entitled “When we talk about God, let’s be honest”. One of the profs at Mercer wrote it, and it’s all about how you have to have the courage to doubt the Bible and stuff. My mom told me to get rid of it and so rather than give it to the garage sale or to the used bookstore I took it for research.
Also, I found some of his journals from 20 years ago - he’s super introspective. Introspective, intelligent, fearful and depressed.
Aww, crud. How is it possible that I’ve been here almost a week and only now I’m seeing this? I have to go now, but please pray for me. Alex, if you can, call Kathy and ask her to pray for my family - Phil, Elna and Paige. They are under some crazy deception and what’s worse - we were informed this morning that Phil’s mom (who lives in Macon, near the Brothers) has Breast Cancer. No doubt he feels guilty for not going south with them yesterday… I don’t know what is going to happen. Currently, they (Elna and Phil) have kidnapped my mom and told me to keep an eye on Paige (sleeping) and that they were going to town and would be back later.
So I am writing this to you - not knowing when I’ll be able to post it, but having faith that even now, the Lord is prompting you to pray for me. I have to take a shower and then do other helpful things to relieve the general stress of the house. Maybe I should try to wash the dog. I know I can at least clean up something…
Alright - I’m going.
me :)
Also, my uncle phil was still up (amazing); he and Andrew were in the middle of a long conversation when I went to sleep. This too, would have enticed me to stay awake, had the headache not won the night. the conversation had many interesting statements in it like animal psychology is very interesting. I learned so much from that course - of course you will too, when you take it. Why? b/c we’re basically animals ourselves… and how many documented deaths do you think there have been from marijuana use? None. Andrew, asprin kills more people than pot.
darnit.
I love my uncle phil, but I don’t have to agree with his theology.
So, I went to sleep and my mom woke me up at 3 to take Andrew to the airport. She’s such a nut - she worked all night and didn’t even sleep. She’s stinkin’ 51 and she still pulls all-nighters.
my mother is my HERO
So we took Andrew to the airport, returned my happy rental car and tooled around Atlanta in the wee hours of the morning. We found the zoo, the federal penitentiary, the only bakery open at 6 am, three shopping malls (but no parking) and that gas is way more expensive in scarytown. We parked in a crackerbarrel parking lot and snoozed for an hour; woke up and ate breakfast at 9. by ten o clock, we were both up and had one call in to Victoria at Victory Acres. She didn’t pick up, so I left a message and we went to walmart to kill time.
SIDENOTE: I have been to walmart every day since being in Georgia.
They don’t have vitaminwater in Atlanta walmarts either - crud.
We drove to Woodstock, GA (the town-ish location of Victory Acres). At almost 11:30 AM, we found a goodwill and decided to call Victoria again. No dice, but I left another message. After hunting massive deals in goodwill for an hour and a half (I got the coolest dress, Aerin!), we called again but refused to leave a message, packed up and headed for home. :(
Upon our return, we worked our tails off for another four hours, hauling furniture and boxes full of medical charts to locations both near and far.
Hahahaha - then we went to walmart AGAIN! I bought apples, two quarters of a watermelon and a happy wide-screen copy of Batman Begins.
We went home, my mom made dinner (still, she hadn’t slept - except for a 2-hour nap in the van. Did I ever tell you she’s my hero? She’s everything I wish I could be…), I put the movie in for paige and my mom, took a shower (my first in 3 days! - eew.), and promptly went to bed.
So, to sum up, it has been a day of losses - some good, some not so good:
I woke up super early (loss of sleep)
Took Andrew to the airport (loss of brother)
Turned in my rental car (loss of freedom)
Waited six and a half hours to see dogs that I didn’t get to see (loss of happy-ness)
Went to walmart twice (loss of cash-ola)
Worked some more (loss of energy)
Took a shower (loss of dirt and nasties)
Hahaha - that was yesterday
...
okay, what is today? Wednesday, i think...
Right now I am sitting in the newly-organized study. My mom is playing my hapathing, a nice lady named becky is playing my uncle phil’s guitar ----
HOLY CRUD!!! My antie just came into the room (with my mom and the beckylady) and wanted a part of the action, but the only thing she plays is the organ - the organ is in the dining room and mom and becky won’t move out of the living room. She told them about five times to switch rooms (a la hilary webber) and then she stormed out (a la myself…). Then I hear this scraping and scratching on the wood floor and I turn my head - she’s dragging the stinkin' organ down the hall and into the living room!!!
Becky’s husband, Beau, goes, “look at her - she’s a flippin’ mule!”
man, I almost died, it was so funny!
No way - right now, they’re all in the living room - ukulele, guitar, organ, and now - holy smokes they’ve just added a harmonica to the mix! They’ve got the crazy organ beats goin’ but my antie doesn’t know her chords and things are going horribly awry. Now my mom has given antie elna the ukulele and she’s playing the organ. This is what I’m hearing, “I’m leavin’ on a jet plane…don’t know when I’ll be back again…hahahahahaha!”
It’s pretty classic.
So, anyways, back to reality… I’m sitting in the newly-organized study, my rear on a spare dining room chair, my way being lit by a poor, dusty lamp minus shade, my feet resting on a copy of…hold on, let me look…oh, this is great - on a copy of THE ULTIMATE SNIPER, an advanced training manual for military and police snipers.
...
..
...
..
...
what was that I said about reality?
Oh man.
This house gets more and more bizarre the longer I dig into it.
The study is filled with books and magazines of all types. For example:
1. an infantryman’s guide to combat in built-up areas
2. five acres and independence, a handbook for small farm management
3. raising the home duck flock
4. making cheese, butter and yogurt
5. the natural soap book, making herbal and vegetable-based soaps
6. live off the land in the city and country
7. the art of war (Machiavelli)
8. killing zone, a professional’s guide to preparing or preventing ambushes
9. the non-toxic home and office
10. self-reliance journal, for outdoor and better living
11. wild game from field to table
And then there’s
12. traditional Japanese cooking
13. the complete Hawaiian history
14. plato and his writings
15. Disney: a treasury of song
Also in this room are about six shotguns and rifles, at least three hand guns, boxes and boxes of ammunition, a very mean looking bow and two quivers of arrows, boxes and boxes of camping equipment including self sufficient flashlights (you squeeze a handle and they run for like two seconds until you squeeze the handle again) and, no kidding, a wind-up radio.
Needless to say, today has been strange. I woke and the rumor was circulating that we were actually going to leave tomorrow, so we had to really "bus' it out" today in order to leave on time. Well, all I can say is, we bus'-ed everything we had and we’re lucky if we leave by Friday.
There’s just too much stuff...and not enough trailer.
Today’s highlights:
1. the aforementioned jam session, courtesy of (they’ve named themselves) “the senior chics”
2. a trip to the Laundromat on account of the dryer killing itself at approximately 10 AM.
3. i found out why Victoria stood me up yesterday - she had shipped a puppy to Italy the day before and found out that it never got there. Needless to say, she was at the airport all day and didn’t have any way to get in touch with me. So, we tried again today - I was supposed to go to her house at 2:30, but I didn’t have a car and so I couldn’t go. boo.
4. another trip to walmart
5. I tackled and killed the study (which was a bigger job than any of us had imagined)
6. Kelly sent me videomail of the bird and the cat. It was much appreciated and very fun!
I know I could write more, but I am very tired and loosing focus. There is talk of me flying out to Denver tomorrow (b/c they don’t really know when they’re going to finish this house and leave), but I don’t know… I told my mom that if they have to buy me another ticket, they should just send me home, but she’s very much against it.
We’ll see. Hopefully, I’ll at least be able to post this tomorrow - even if it means another run to Rome and Barnes and Noble.
I love you guys and I’m sorry I missed youth group tonight…
me :)
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Hello. It is Thursday night and I am writing.
Today was…a day. I woke up and started packing books. Uncle Phil’s three Brothers were here to help with the heavy lifting (they came two days ago, but left to go back to Macon this afternoon). Lunch was brought over by a friend of the family, but having a huge breakfast, I declined in favor of more packing. In the afternoon I was informed that I had better pack up my personal belongings and bring them outside - the vehicles were almost full and they needed to make sure that there was enough room for our luggage. After that, I detailed the van, said thanks and goodbye to the Brothers and then we (mom, Paige and I) packed up some more books to take over to a friend’s house.
The friend’s house was happy - the lady was a Pastor’s wife and they lived on a farm with seven horses, an Australian Shepherd, geese, cattle, two cats and a creamsickle-ish Corn Snake.
After that, we went to Krystal’s - a fast-food place where they serve every sandwich in miniature without ketchup. Blech.
After that, we went to the local Goodwill to search for luggage - no dice.
Then we dropped my mom off at the house with the intention of her taking a break (which didn’t happen, BTW) and Paige and I went to Circuit City to purchase happy speakerness for the laptop and also an adaptor for the cigarette lighter in the van (so that we can plug said speakers in.
We came back to the house, packed some more (which I didn’t quite understand b/c the vehicles and the trailer are all FULL, but oh well…), popped some popcorn and watched Robots until we were tired.
The controversy of the day was as follows: Uncle Phil might or might not be well enough for the drive. In which case, we were told that he would go back to Macon with his brothers and they would put him on a plane when he was feeling better and then he’d meet us in Denver. Well, something happened because they are gone, he is still here and he is still too weak to make much of a drive. We’re supposed to leave tomorrow. My mother told her sister today that - with or without them, we are leaving on Friday. The van is packed, so it shouldn’t be that big of a deal for us to just get started - it will be myself, my mom, the fat dog and the 14 year old cat. And maybe Paige. I would like it if Paige could come. Anyways, mom and I are motivated, so we should be on the road by ten in the morning - at least.
Morale of the house is as follows: All are tired. Antie Elna is not happy and stressed, Uncle Phil is not happy and is weak and ill, my poor mom is wearing herself out and getting sick, Paige is depressed, and I am…packing and watching. Absorbing.
Alright, I have to go to bed…
Me.
UPDATE:
I have just been informed that friends of the family have donated the use of a u-haul trailer to be hitched to the back of the van sometime tomorrow.
*le sigh again*
There goes our early start.
Hey y’all…
Okay, so it’s Friday morning and I’m seriously starting to loose it. I sent some major S.O.S.s heavenward this morning; my focus is off and all I want to do is get out of this madhouse. Part of me feels as if I am in some sort of fiction novel, it’s so surreal.
No kidding - this morning my 6-foot-plus uncle was walking around in a t-shirt and his underware (not boxers). My aunt had to tell him to turn around and get some clothes on. I’m not used to seeing him like this and it freaks me out.
My uncle… I am very disturbed. He never used to be like this. I came here to stay with them for a while in 1996 (during the Olympic Games) after I had graduated High School and that was really when I first began to know my Uncle Phil. He is so smart - did I tell you he’s a Doctor? Yup - family practice. And he’s got an awesome sense of humor and probably the biggest heart ever. If it wasn’t for my Antie Elna, they would have been broke long ago because Uncle Phil would treat anyone for nothing - he’s been paid in produce, venison, even scented candles. Then he got sick, but for a while, he fought it. Kelly and I came up here for Thanksgiving like three years ago, and although he was sick then, he still drove, he still ran his practice, he still ate with the family and was still my Uncle Phil. Now… he is so different. It’s like he’s given up. He lies in his bed most times; standing for any amount of time is like running a marathon. He’s always been a big guy - I think he’s the tallest dude I’ve ever met - but his weight has skyrocketed to the point that my Antie sleeps in a different bed now.
And the books…the guns…the ammo… all his. I didn’t even get a chance to tell you about the buckets. When I got here, it was funny - white, 5-gallon buckets downstairs, stacked three high, taking up a whole corner of the enormous basement next to the wood-burning stove. All of them filled with staples: flour, cornmeal, salt and other spices, sugar, rechargeable batteries, vegetable seed packets, small animal feed, maxi pads, oxygen absorbers to preserve foodstuffs, canning supply… Paige told me it was for Y2K and my first thought was, why the heck haven’t they gotten rid of this already? I mean, if I had done all that stuff for Y2K and the whole things was a washout, I wouldn’t just leave the stuff there - I’d get rid of it. It’s embarrassing. But here they were - more than 30 of them, plain as day.
Before I came here, I had doubts as to whether my Uncle and his family were saved or not. I asked God for a sign - obvious and unavoidable. Well, I don’t know where my head has been, but I’m finally waking up now. I was packing up his books yesterday - do you know that he had three whole books on how to change your identity and drop out of society? And other books on the shelf were all about philosophy and…
Wait a minute. Didn’t Juliette go to Mercer? Holy crud - that’s where my Uncle graduated. I stole a book from his shelf entitled “When we talk about God, let’s be honest”. One of the profs at Mercer wrote it, and it’s all about how you have to have the courage to doubt the Bible and stuff. My mom told me to get rid of it and so rather than give it to the garage sale or to the used bookstore I took it for research.
Also, I found some of his journals from 20 years ago - he’s super introspective. Introspective, intelligent, fearful and depressed.
Aww, crud. How is it possible that I’ve been here almost a week and only now I’m seeing this? I have to go now, but please pray for me. Alex, if you can, call Kathy and ask her to pray for my family - Phil, Elna and Paige. They are under some crazy deception and what’s worse - we were informed this morning that Phil’s mom (who lives in Macon, near the Brothers) has Breast Cancer. No doubt he feels guilty for not going south with them yesterday… I don’t know what is going to happen. Currently, they (Elna and Phil) have kidnapped my mom and told me to keep an eye on Paige (sleeping) and that they were going to town and would be back later.
So I am writing this to you - not knowing when I’ll be able to post it, but having faith that even now, the Lord is prompting you to pray for me. I have to take a shower and then do other helpful things to relieve the general stress of the house. Maybe I should try to wash the dog. I know I can at least clean up something…
Alright - I’m going.
me :)