A Glimpse into Today

Well, I had a full day AGAIN. It took a while for me to get moving. Then I ironed 4 table cloths, went to visit Arne Bryan a true saint ,who is at the hospital at age 98. He was the man who baptised Deborah at Crescent Beach, and founded Prayer Canada.  Then I came home and with help made turkey soup.  I  ate some chocolate that I got on sale after Easter. I bought the solid chocolate bunnies at 50 cents a piece, so I have chocolate for many months ahead. Just now, I had the politicians come to my door to vote Liberal during our provincial election. I told them that I will with my nose pinched. Our options are very limited now. Housing prices have soared so only dirty money can buy homes, and our children are left renting for the rest of their lives.. BUT God, will deliver us from this world of oppression on all fronts.  Tomorrow, I will donate some items to the church youth bazaar sale, the one that Deborah loved attending, and helping out at. They are raising money for missionary work.
I also had a long conversation with my cousin in Hungary, who shared that all the fruit tree blossoms froze since just recently the temperatures were minus 4 degrees in Budapest. The only source of fruit, plum, apple, sour cherry, pear, will be from Poland, and China.  Summer came early, and then winter showed it's face with a vengeance just last week once again.  I'm thinking if the Oroville dam fails in California, the cost of food will be horrific. I will certainly miss my sour cherry preserves from Hungary, that is a fact. Oh, I also translated a brief letter from Hungarian to English. All these little things make me feel productive.
At Easter time , really Passover, I and my husband celebrated 30 years of marriage. I think we are a rare breed. It was a simple, local event, and we had a stranger take a photo of us. We sure look different than 30 years ago. The trials and testings and age has marked us deep. We even sat down on Deborah's bench in the park. We miss her liveliness, her exuberance, her laughter. In August it will be 3 years. I don't dare talk much about her, as her sister will be writing one of the most challenging of exams in nursing in 2 weeks, her Enclex exam.

Deborah's Dad and I