There's something wonderful about getting things done and out of the way and loving how it frees my mind. My mom's got her groceries in, bed changed, bathroom cleaned, kitchen tidied and counters wiped down. She's in high cotton until Friday when our youngest son stays the day with her.
And tonight I used the weedeater on the yard and Gary mowed a bit, including the vacant house next door. Youngest son will finish tomorrow the cutting and the girls will sweep. Gary's still quite sore from the accident, but as I've said, he won't stop doing.
Chores done, at least on my part.
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Some friends from church called this morning, said they'd given something up to prayer, and offered us their 2004 Ford van to have. To have. At that time we'd not heard from the insurance company, so I said we'd pray. She sent me information about the van via text and it looks wonderful. She said they'd been given it awhile back, had used it and now have something else. Later this afternoon we heard about the settlement and it's modest, but at the same time, generous, especially considering we had a 1989 Suburban. So, now we're not sure what to do. I'd love to have a ride again (especially if Gary could get something for work later), and truth is, if we accept it, we'll offer them something for it. Gary needs something for work he can haul things in, but he's not sure a minivan is the ticket. So, we're praying. Sort of amazed at their offer. We shall see.
Tea tomorrow morning. Quiet. Reading in bed. Painting trim in the kitchen. Turning off noises that mess up my head. And one more day with no sugar. So far, so good. I have to look at my health one-day-at-a-time, like everything else. As I clean one tiny bit at a time in the house, the same routine will, hopefully, pay off with my physical well-being.
