Day 145; Footnotes of I Really Can’t Complain

And so, it begins. Preparations for Vacation Bible School. I met with the teacher today, I found out that I am one of the helpers, the other is actually a relative of mine so that ought to be helpful and interesting.


 Today was mostly discussing the materials, and cutting out a few dozen pictures and words that will go…somewhere. There were other church members walking about in the building taking care of various activities. Many were preparing for the classes they will teach. After we had all the cut outs done, we walked down to where our class will be. She has ordered decorations and when they arrive we will meet again to prepare the room. I was also relieved to see the schedule and variety of events that will be going on. It is going to be a bit odd though. The last time I recall having anything to do with Vacation Bible School was when I was a kid and attending. At that time it was in the evening, ours will be in the morning. That is one of the main reasons I haven’t been able to help before, I was working then. I’m not now. I’m really looking forward to taking part, and I get a free t shirt. 

It took less than two hours, so when I got back home I prepared a late breakfast. I then figured I’d go ahead and go for groceries. I was out of dog food and running very low on cat food. They outnumber me, I’m taking no chances.

 By the time I got out of there and the groceries in the car, I was frustrated. I’m beginning to believe that they put one item per bag just to make you feel as if you got a lot for the fortune you just spent. I bought nothing extra today, nothing that wasn’t needed, and still spent $155. Another one of those ‘I can’t win’ moments, but we have to eat. I was also melting, the temperature felt as if it had jumped… a lot. It is always hotter when you’re on pavement with no trees, so I was beyond ready to get the heck out of dodge and get home. Get changed into shorts and tank top and hang out under my shade trees.  I mean, the heat was what I was waiting for and wanting right? So I better not complain.


 I waited until after five before I tried to get my walking done. I carried water out there with me and the controller for the dog’s training collar. I then began walking. My walking circle is really not all that big, especially if you compare it to the tracks you see out in public, but it serves my purpose. There is also the fact that I can mindlessly walk that circle without concern over being bothered by anyone other than my dogs. I do hear the neighbors when they are out and about, but that doesn’t bother me. I can even ignore the one guy who comes outside and sounds as if he is trying to hack up a hairball, nearly every time. I could listen to music, but I prefer the sorta quiet. 

I did, at one point, go down to the pond and make a few laps around down there. I know now that I need to get the mower and go take care of the other side. I didn’t realize it was as bad as it is, though still nothing like the side I mowed the other day. I didn’t stay long because I really didn’t want to hike back up the hill in dim light. I ended up finishing my steps back in my circle. If it comes right down to it, I have a security light out there. A left over from when we had the above ground pool. 

I’m sitting here right now, a cup of coffee close, as I listen to the sounds of the night coming in my window. I really can’t complain. My house is paid for. Our needs are met. The bills get paid. My son is still here and my parents next door. Other family members are close. We have our health. So yes, I have some interesting, neighbors, but they mostly stay to themselves and the worst is the noise and a certain dog. The way the plants and trees grow in my front yard, provides a measure of privacy. My back yard is very private.


 There are times when I feel that I am being lead to do more, as in the Vacation Bible School or Jeep group events-oh and ask me about Love Like Lauren and Jeep Show and Shine. I dare ya. I think too, that I’m realizing that I do need to cross that moat and leave the dirt road ever so often, which is why I quickly agreed to help. Because when it comes right down to it, and when I’m really, fully, completely honest, no matter what is or isn’t going on, I can’t complain.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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2 Responses to Day 145; Footnotes of I Really Can’t Complain

  1. Fred D says:

    “I’m beginning to believe that they put one item per bag just to make you feel as if you got a lot for the fortune you just spent.” -. So true! 😀😀

    Keep Looking Up +

    On Tue, May 25, 2021, 9:42 PM Words from The Dirt Road wrote:

    > rebecca s revels posted: ” And so, it begins. Preparations for Vacation > Bible School. I met with the teacher today, I found out that I am one of > the helpers, the other is actually a relative of mine so that ought to be > helpful and interesting. Today was mostly discussing the m” >

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