Betsy & Independence; Ocean Park-WA
Today we tackled some of the issues that needed to be taken care of before we pull stakes and pull out of here, next Thursday.
In between the chores and tasks, phone call were made & taken. Appointments were scheduled; and emotions were pinged as mental fence posts were moved, and hard-and-fast boundaries remained firmly in place.
As Holland was lifting his coffee mug, his phone rang; he talked for a few minutes with Jacob, then asked, "Is your Dad around?" Jacob said he was - and handed the phone to Jake. The phone call was short. When Holland hung up, he said, "I could tell by his voice - the way he as restraining himself and hem-hawing around, that Jake is pretty mad at me." I said, "He knows how you feel about bob - he should have expected that you wouldn't show up; he could have secured another place to hold Scott's Celebration of Life, and he didn't - he totally disregarded his mother's feelings, as well as yours, and just steam rolled ahead with his bully tactics: that's on him, not you." Exasperated, Holland said, "He and Mark have their heads shoved up bob's ass, and neither one of them are paying any attention to the danger bob poses; he'll use them up until they are no more use to him, then bob will bounce them." I waited a few minutes before replying, "Well, Jake's just going to have to get glad again, in the same pants he's got mad in. You have got to let these people grow up, Holland. You are not their father, and they are overgrown brats that disrespect everyone, because they have never had to think of anyone besides themselves: they can't see past their own noses, and they only listen to their own voices. And bob's twaddle, of course. Jake has to step up now, and be the man he claims to be. And Mark is going to move out to the ranch, no matter how much or how long you talk to him … let him go; he is turning a deaf ear to your warnings, so let him go - he will learn realities the hard way. You have done what you can do; now step back, and let God be God in their lives. It will be hard, but Jake is close to 50 years old, and Mark is 61 years old: it's time they grow up and start shouldering the responsibility for their own life actions. I love you. And, it's time for you to start enjoying your Life before it's gone. You can't hold their hands and wipe their noses forever."
Firefall - 'Just Remember I Love You' lyrics:
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lcLI8Lbef5Q&list=RDlcLI8Lbef5Q&start_radio=1)
Some expected bouncing took place, today.
And some bouncing is anticipated.
We finished our coffees with out own thoughts about things that needed to be done before the week ahead, wraps up.
I didn't have time for a lengthy exercise routine, but I did have some time to work a quick upper body workout, in 😊👌
I was watering my houseplants, when Holland said, "We'll bounce back to Coalinga-CA: things might be different with a different mindset - after all, I'm not working there, anymore. California is not my favorite place to be with the stain of the Past on it, but we can't stay up here during the winter months. We need the warmth, and things might be different. The only other place would be Florida: Arizona is not good for either one of us, with all the flying dust. We'll head for Coalinga when we leave here, and sit there a month or two; and wait for God's direction." I said, "That's the best thing to do. Elohim knows best what is best for us. I liked Coalinga - and waiting for His direction is the smartest way to flow."
That settled in his mind, he went outside to tinker around under Betsy's hood for a few minutes …
Watered the houseplants … spider plant & golden pothos (which is turning green now and losing it's pretty contrast coloring).
While he was busy outside, I boiled some eggs for tonight's supper … and bounced a design idea around in my head 🤔
It's needed, and it will give us both some quiet time during Coalinga evenings 🤗 - busy hands relaxes me; and my busy hands give my husband comforting silence when I am engaged in a design project 👩❤️💋👨 😘
I'm wanting to make some dust covers for the open bins - I will start on that project, in Coalinga, CA; Boiled eggs for tonight's Supper Salad.
When Holland came back inside Independence, he had a box in his hands; he explained to me that the box held the original door lock, and he was going to get it fixed and back in the door. There is a door lock in place now, and it is serving it's purpose … but he doesn't like it. He wants the original working and back in place.
I had no doubt.
My husband is a fixer; and what he sets his mind to, gets done 😉
For my part - I enjoy watching him doing manly stuff. It is good to have a man in house, again. I am glad Elohim blessed me with a love gifting I never knew I wanted, or needed, again ❤️
Today's chores and tasks ✅ completed, we both ate hefty servings of a simple supper salad … and ended the Day feeling pretty accomplished and satisfied 💕






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