Friday, August 12, 2022



Black Box Should Be Gone Now - Was Hovering And Being a Pest

The Guard Cat was deeply offended by the black box hovering on the blog. She gave it the Left Paw of Fellowship.

 

Tanned, Rested, and Ready for Walmart

 




Sassy tells me when she wants to go outside. She knows when it is going to rain, hours early, so she sits on the porch, ears down (determination signal).

Yesterday she barked non-stop until I went from the kitchen to the bedroom. She wanted her special blanket on top of the bed, not on the floor where she left it. She has to make her nest, with her paws, several times a day. I have said more than once, "Is your nest soft enough after 10 years?"

She grins when she is back up on her bed (which I lease at reasonable prices). "Tanned, rested, and ready..." is how many Nixon PR started. 

 Sassy was caught in mid-bark, telling everyone how excited she was, providing security for the Moline MHS 66 luncheon. 



 

Trinitarian Bible Society


 Preface: 
The Original King James Version

• 22 It is not only an armour, but also a whole armoury of weapons, both offensive and defensive; whereby we may save ourselves and put the enemy to flight.
• 23 It is not an herb, but a tree, or rather a whole paradise of trees of life, which bring forth fruit every month, and the fruit thereof is for meat, and the leaves for medicine.
• 24 It is not a pot of Manna, or a cruse of oil, which were for memory only, or for a meal's meat or two, but as it were a shower of heavenly bread sufficient for a whole host, be it never so great; and as it were a whole cellar full of oil vessels; whereby all our necessities may be provided for and our debts discharged.
• 25 In a word, it is a panary ((bread Pantry)) of wholesome food, against fenowed [mouldy.] traditions; a physician's shop [κοινον ιατρειον. S.Basil. in Psal.primum.] (Saint Basil calleth it) of preservatives against poisoned heresies; a pandect ((a complete body)) of profitable laws against rebellious spirits; a treasury of most costly jewels against beggarly rudiments; finally, a fountain of most pure water springing up unto everlasting life.
• 26 And what marvel? the original thereof being from heaven, not from earth; the author being God, not man; the inditer, the Holy Spirit, not the wit of the Apostles or Prophets; the penmen, such as were sanctified from the womb, and endued with a principal portion of God's Spirit; the matter, verity, piety, purity, uprightness; the form, God's word, God's testimony, God's oracles, the word of truth, the word of salvation, etc.; the effects, light of understanding, stableness of persuasion, repentance from dead works, newness of life, holiness, peace, joy in the Holy Ghost; lastly, the end and reward of the study thereof, fellowship with the Saints, participation of the heavenly nature, fruition of an inheritance immortal, undefiled, and that never shall fade away.
• 27 Happy is the man that delighteth in the Scripture, and thrice happy that meditateth in it day and night.

Erin Joy Stories

 I took this photo and printed it in my darkroom.


Someone asked me for a number of Erin Joy stories, so here they are.

Erin's neurological problem meant should could not make her muscles move, turn over, or grow stronger. She made the most of it.

If I told her not to lift up her leg, she concentrated a long time, even sweating, then lifted it up just to show me.

That is how we got her to hug her teddy bear for the Midland Daily News photographer. When we told her not to hug it - "You better not!" - she hugged it with a grin.

Erin loved to laugh when people were upset over trivia. She could not stop laughing when big messes happened. A quart of yogurt was dropped and it splashed all over. That was funny enough, but every telling of the story (and the nurse's bad words) made her laugh even more. 

Erin's room was across from the nurses' station, so the spilling of the large three-ring notebook with all its pages had two immediate reactions. One was the expletives from the nurse. The other was the hilarious laughter from Erin's room. That continued with every retelling of the story. Erin not only laughed even more but looked into our eyes to enjoy our laughter.

The nurses called her Joy because she smiled so much and were surprised "That really is  her middle name?"

We called her "Erin Where's the Party Jackson," because any special gathering delighted her. 

She loved hearing that her Mom was in trouble. "Bad Mom" was countered by "Bad Daddy" which ended with a chorus of "Bad Erin," making her laugh.
 We visited Larry Carlson, who had ALS, and we took Erin along. I took Erin to an ALS patient in the hospital. She began to pout because she was on the bed next to him but not in the conversation. I told him that she was sad and he said, "She has to learn she is not the only person in the world." I replied, "YOU tell her that!" She loved that.

Pouting easily turned into crying and seizures, so I did whatever I could to stop that. If she started to look sad, I said, "No pouty face. I won't look at it." If she started to cry, I would turn away and make a joke of it. She would force a smile out, her face red and tears dripping down from her eyes. It was very touching.

Christina turned scary hospital moments into fun. A scan machine was dubbed "going camping."  Once we got talking about the new PET scans, and safety concerning the powerful magnets used. Erin was due for one. I said, "That scanner will tear the strip right off your credit cards and pull your fillings out." Erin found that hysterically funny.

Erin's muscular control was very weak, but she could flex when she really wanted. I was reading the paper with her in my arms. She slowly used her fingernails into my flesh until I said, "Ow! You did that on purpose, Erin!" That made her laugh. She also swatted the paper from my hands - more laughter.

We took her to see the movie "Mr. Mom," where a husband stayed home while his wife worked at an office. One of those workers tried to make a pass with the mom, so she slugged him. Later, I asked Erin, "Did you like it when the Mom slugged the bad guy?" Erin swept her arm in a great, circular motion. "Erin! Did you do that on purpose?" She swung again. That was simply beyond all expectations, given her growing weakness and previous lack of coordination. 

One nurse said, "Erin, tell your parents what happened to little Johnny." Erin began to laugh. The nurse went on, "I was carrying him as best I could when I tripped. I fell down with him but we weren't hurt." That sent Erin into gales of laughter. If we had extra visitors, new to the story, just starting it got everyone laughing.
I prayed, before Erin was born, that she would not suffer from her sister's neurological disorder, but if she did, that I would be a good pastor and husband. 

Medical and ecclesiastical challenges were abundant, but there were many blessings along the way.

We offered a special emphasis on how bad Erin's diapers were. We had various statements to respond to the crisis of the moment. One new nurse did not know that when she began to change Erin's diaper. "OH Erin!" - with real disgust in her voice. Erin began laughing. The nurse said, "I cannot believe a child can be that ill and weak and start laughing like that."

Luther said, "You have as much laughter as you have faith," and our very special girls exemplified that faith.


Erin needed teeth removed because of her grinding them so much. We all cried. She smiled after crying to show she was OK.


 Christina loved our children; Bethany and Erin adored her loving patience.