Friday, November 11, 2011
Eleven Eleven Eleven
I thought of titling this post "Under a blood red sky." I began to go through my veteran friends on facebook, I was going to wish them "Happy Veteran's Day." The first one alphabetically was my daughter-in-law. I started typing "happy" and then stopped when I saw that she changed her profile photo to the boots, helmets, guns photo - the photo for fallen soldiers. She and my son lost friends over the skies of Afghanistan earlier this year. Somehow it doesn't seem right to wish them a "happy" day to commemorate their lost friends. So, I will skip it. They know I respect their occupation every single day of the year. I will tell them again - but not today.
I went to a great speaker meeting this morning. A real alcoholic, one who was on death's door just a year ago. Now he is fully alive, and 100% sober. It was a beautiful thing to see.
And now someone needs to take my credit cards away from me. I have been out and purchased a pair of black velveteen pants, a new running jacket - with matching gloves - with little LED lights on the jacket and the gloves, a new iPhone has been purchased and will ship in a couple of days - from Verizon!, a new iPhone case, and screen protectors. I wouldn't care to add up what all of that cost, and I need to knock it off. Now.
I want to thank you all for your concern and prayers. I am still in pain and have no idea what is going on. I think I will chill this weekend, but go back to the doc if the pain is not gone by Monday. I have never had a pain like this and believe me, I have had just about every kind of injury known to mankind - think abusive husband, car accidents, triathlons, half-marathons, and marathons. This is a new one on me.
I'm sure grateful for the grace and mercy of God. Without which I would not be sitting here today, sober, complaining about how much money I am spending! Sheesh!
For all veterans, know that I appreciate your and your family's service. But I can't say "happy" veteran's day today.