Day 280; Footnotes of Faith over Fear

Less than ten minutes away from a new day. And here I sit.


Dark actually arrived earlier than normal due to it having been an overcast, dark day to begin with. While it rained around us, according to the weather app on my son’s phone, it didn’t really rain here. A slight mist every once in a while but no more. Still, the temperature it nice and the crickets and other singers in the night are being very vocal.

Today has been a day where stress and anxiety has been my friend. I’m not sure whether it is because of things real, imagined, or exaggerated.

I did manage to get some laundry done, my kitchen all spiffy and that bracket for the crashed shelving back in place. The one that was bent forward so badly was a battle, and didn’t go quietly into that good night, or position. The top screw that came out made a larger hole. I had located some longer screws, but they are not as thick. I guess I’ll wander down to dad’s tomorrow and see if I can find one in his storage building that will work. Even though I am also still debating on finding a different type of shelving. One a bit more sturdy considering the number of books involved.


One funny incident today. Both of my dogs were out in the front yard. Molly had her training collar on, Bella did not. The cats had been going back and forth through the door from the back yard into the carport all day. At one point at least one came close enough to the front of the carport they were seen. Both dogs were barking, one beep of the collar got Molly’s attention and with the verbal command to stop, she listened and obeyed. Bella however was still barking. I called her name and told her if she barked one more time I was putting her collar on her. She didn’t make a sound for the rest of the day.


Its so funny about those cats. The two adults still do not fully trust us. They will come out and watch me put food out, but no closer until I go back inside. Two of the three kittens are coming up into my back porch and looking around. The third has finally started letting me pet it some. There have been times I would look out the window and see them all sprawled out on the back steps. They almost appear to have melted onto the steps the positions they are in.


I think that today, all of the stress, concerns and yeah, fears, of the way things have been going, slipped up on me. There are things that need to be done, but I don’t have the money. I could go back to work part time to earn the money, but I would be worried about mom and dad because they need me. I am thankful for the ability to be here for them, the other stuff can wait. All the fighting, the information and misinformation about the virus. I realized today I haven’t heard anything from my life insurance. I was getting a statement once a year, right after my birthday. But I can’t recall getting one for the last two years. I need to contact them but I hate making those types of phone calls. I feel like a lady bug going up against a killer hornet. But, I handled those calls right after my husband died, I can do it again.


Faith over fear.

My sweet Bella

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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