Paw Paw's Paradise

A WALK IN THE DARK

2009-08-13T20:21:00.002-04:00

THIS IS THE BEAUTIFUL VIEW THAT I HAD
FROM MY WINDOW WHILE WE WERE ON A
CHURCH TRIP TO FLORIDA.

NOT BEING ABLE TO SEE THIS WOULD BE
A REAL SHAME.

I AM HOWEVER, LOSING MY VISION.

IT SEEMS TO BE WORSE EACH WEEK AND
I HAVE BEEN MAKING CHANGES TO MY
LIFE SO THAT I CAN OVERCOME SOME OF
THE PROBLEMS.

KRISTI HAS VOLUNTEERED ME TO SPEAK TO
A CLASS OF FOLKS WHO ARE ALSO LOSING
THEIR VISION AND DON'T KNOW HOW TO
HANDLE IT.

I WOULD LIKE SOME ADVICE FROM YOU.

PRAY FOR THE SESSION (OCT. 22)
AND SEND ME YOUR THOUGHTS ON WHAT
I SHOULD PRESENT AS HELPS TO THE
OTHERS. LOVE YOU. POP

Mow Man Magic or Voodoo.

2009-04-25T16:11:00.004-04:00

I used to think that I was the only one with
bad luck when it came to lawnmowers.

Mine had to go to the shop for a couple of days
and it has been there for four weeks waiting
for John Deere to authorize a free engine.

My grass was getting deep. Strangers were
stopping by and asking if it would be alright
with me if they went on Safari in my yard.

Then came John to the rescue. He came with
his truck, his trailer, his push mower and his
riding mower. But he also came with my
Mow Man luck.

His push mower would not start.
His riding mower had to have a jump start
Then he had to tighten something under the
cutting deck.
Then the belt that turned the blades broke.

He came up to the porch to say goodbye and on
his way back to his truck he fell into a hole
and went to his knees. He looked like he was
only three feet tall. Poor John.

He went home and bought a new belt and
attempted to cut his neighbors yard and then
a part of the cutting deck fell off.

However pitiful it was, he tried. Lord bless him.
Thanks John and welcome to the Mow Man club.

Tell me it just ain't so

2009-04-16T15:13:00.004-04:00

Sunday, after church, Poopsie and I stopped

at a local grocery store for some garlic bread.

Janet Posten had baked us some of her world

famous spaghetti casserole and we wanted

some of the garlic bread to go with it.

Poopsie was at the wheel and in pretty much

of a hurry so that we could get home and

have some lunch, take a nap and get back

to church by 6 pm..

She turned into the parking lot and made

her way to the front of the building and

saw a parking spot.

It was a standing sign and she thought

it was a handicap sign so she took it.

While she was inside getting her garlic

bread, I happened to look up at the sign.

I could not wait for her to return so I could

ask her if it were true and I would soon be

a daddy again.

What do you think ??????

Hurry up Spring.

2009-03-12T19:14:00.007-04:00

Poopsie took Dolly out this evening
to fertilize the yard.

Poopsie does not like the cold.

She went out but she came back
very quickly and got her heavy
robe so she could be warm.

It was like this only a week or so ago.

Everything was frozen.

So was Poopsie.

So was the dog.

This past weekend was beautiful.

The temps got into the low 80's.

But, today temps dropped again.

Poopsie is saying her prayers and
waiting for Spring to finally set in.

So is Dolly and Daddy.

This is what we are waiting for again.

The Answer was so simple.

2009-03-02T16:31:00.004-05:00

I like to look nice when I go out.

Yesterday I was dressing for the
trip to Sunday School and Church.

It became clear to me that almost
every tie I chose to match my suit
had a stain somewhere on the tie.

My wife is always on my case
about spilling food on my ties when
we are eating out together.

Usually, she takes them to the
dry-cleaners........when I give them
to her.....but, most of the time, I
forget.

That leaves me with a closet full
of ties that have small amounts of
gravy, peas, salad, juice, butter
(did I tell you how much I
love butter ?) and other wonderful
buffet items, all over them.

What is a man to do ?

I found the answer. No more
smells, no more mold (green and
blue and yellow, ect.) No more
having Poopsie giving me "down
the road".

The answer.........

Gentlemen, as soon as you get
home, take off the tie and hang it
in the refrigerator.

It works for me. Pop.

A GREAT DAY AT "FAITH"

2009-02-16T11:59:00.022-05:00

THIS IS A PICTURE OF FOUR OF
THE BOYS IN MY SUNDAY SCHOOL
CLASS. THREE WERE OUT SICK.

HERE WE HAVE BRANDON AND
BEN ON THE FRONT ROW AND
JORDON AND KENDALL ON THE
BACK ROW.

THE LESSON THAT I BROUGHT
WAS FROM I SAMUEL.

THE ARMIES WERE LINED UP
ON BOTH SIDES. MEN WERE
BUILDING UP THEIR COURAGE
BY SCREAMING AND POUNDING
THEIR SWORDS AND SPEARS UPON
THEIR SHIELDS.
ARROWS BEGAN TO FLY THROUGH
THE AIR UNTIL THE SUN WAS
DARKENED. THE ARROWS FELL
AND HIT THEIR MARK. MEN AND
ANIMALS FELL TO THE EARTH,
CRYING OUT IN PAIN.
SOLDIERS FOUGHT HAND TO HAND
WITH DOUBLE EDGED SWORDS
AND ARMS AND HANDS WERE CUT
FROM VICTIMS BODIES. BLOOD SPRAYED
LIKE WATER FROM A GARDEN HOSE.
MEN PRAYED TO DIE.
(AND THAT WAS ONLY THE FIRST VERSE)

THE MORNING SERVICE WAS WONDERFUL
AND A NEW FAMILY JOINED OUR CHURCH.

HARRISON CAME HOME WITH US.

HE WANTED TO EAT LUNCH AT THE
"ASIAN BUFFETT"
MAW-MAW TOLD HIM THAT THE
CHICKEN ON A STICK WAS ACTUALLY
A "CAT LEG". HE HAD NOT BEEN HOME
TOO LONG LAST NIGHT UNTIL WE GOT
A PHONE CALL FROM KRISTI.
SHE WANTED TO KNOW JUST WHAT
IT WAS HE ATE FOR LUNCH.

I DID THE ONLY THING A PAW-PAW
IN HIS RIGHT MIND COULD DO......
I BLAMED IT ALL ON MAW-MAW.

WHILE AT LUNCH, I SPIED ANOTHER
COUPLE FROM CHURCH.
BRENDA AND CLIFFORD.

CLIFFORD SAID THAT SHE HAD
A BIRTHDAY YESTERDAY. HE SAID
THAT SHE HAD TURNED "51" (LIE)
I TOLD HER THAT SHE DID NOT
look 51, and then......

HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A WOMAN
SNEAR WITH FOOD SQUIRTING OUT
OF BOTH SIDES OF HER MOUTH?
(HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRENDA-41)

AFTER A VERY SHORT NAP,
WE HEADED BACK FOR MORE.

I MUST SAY, THE WHOLE DAY WAS
A SPIRITUAL JET RIDE.

WHEN I WALKED INTO THE LOBBY,
I RAN ACROSS THE PATH OF ONE
OF THE FINEST GUITAR PLAYERS
THAT I HAVE EVER HEARD.
HE PLAYED CHORDS I HAD
NEVER HEARD BEFORE.

HIS NAME IS DARRYL WEAVER.
HE IS FROM GEORGIA AND HAD
STOPPED BY OUR CHURCH FOR
THE EVENING SERVICE.

THE SPIRIT OF GOD WAS ALL
OVER HIS SINGING AND PLAYING.

SEVERAL NUMBERS AND IT
JUST GOT BETTER.

THE ADULT CHOIR SANG AND
THE USHERS TOOK UP THE
OFFERING.

ANNOUNCEMENTS WERE MADE
AND (PUT YOUR SEAT-BELTS ON)
HERE CAME THE FAITH YOUTH CHOIR.

IT WAS A WONDERFUL DAY ALL WAY
AROUND. PREACHER GOODMAN NEVER
LOST AN OPPORTUNITY TO BRING OUT
THE SCRIPTURE AND EXPOUND ON IT.

I CAME HOME AND COULD NOT BELIEVE
THE LIFTING SPIRIT THAT I HAD
BROUGHT BACK WITH ME.

I WISH YOU HAD BEEN THERE.

LOVE, POP

Mighty Musician, Michael

2009-02-14T20:58:00.005-05:00

This is my grandson, Michael.

As you can see, he has taken up the
Baritone.

He came by with his dad, John,yesterday

and brought the horn with him.

He also brought his favorite 346

sheets of music and proceeded to play all

but 6 of them. He would have finished the

last 6, but his lips gave out.

I must admit, he did a wonderful job

on that horn. I played one like it for a

few songs during my senior recital.

I am proud of you Micheal.

We love you very much.

Pop and Poopsie.

Credit, where credit is due.

2009-02-12T16:57:00.007-05:00

This is a trailer hitch.

It is on the back of my truck.

I had a difficult time getting the
one that I needed.

My son, John, went on the Internet
and found the right one and sent
for it.

When the hitch arrived, John and
his friend at Lithium came by the
house and put it on for me.

All this took place back in the middle
of summer.

It took a long time to attach it to
the underside of the truck and the
temperature was near 95 degrees.

John and Scott were crawling around
under the Toyota and the shade from
the truck was all they had to give them
a break.

I took them some cold ice water and
knelt down with them.

I noticed that the sweat drops were
falling from John's face and splattering
on the concrete, leaving large spots where
they fell.

It made me think of how Jesus shed
sweat drops as blood when he prayed
in the garden just before he was
crucified.

You don't really give unless the one
(or ones) you are giving to, actually mean
anything to you.

Jesus prayed for strength to face such
severe suffering for me....and you.

I love Him for his suffering on the cross
to redeem me from sin.

I love John for his suffering in the
terrible heat....down on his knees
for nearly two hours in order to get
my hitch locked into place.

All because he loves me...thanks John.

Credit.....where credit is due. pop

SEEK A LITTLE....FIND A LITTLE

2009-02-10T15:46:00.011-05:00

THIS MORNING, POOPSIE HAD AN
APPOINTMENT WITH HER BONE
DOCTOR.
IT WAS EARLY, BUT I WAS SEEKING
TO FIND MY TAX MONEY AT WORK.
THERE IT WAS, RIGHT IN FRONT OF
ME. THE S.H.P. HAD STOPPED A
SPEEDER WHO WAS ENDANGERING
THE PUBLIC.
I FOUND MY TAX MONEY.

THIS IS POOPSIE ACTING COY
AND CUTE. I JUST HAPPENED
TO BE LOOKING FOR COY AND
CUTE. IT IS GOOD TO FIND
COY AND CUTE.

POOPSIE'S DOCTOR CAME IN
AND EXPLAINED SOME NEW
EXERCISES TO US.
I WAS SEEKING TO FIND MY
INSURANCE MONEY GOING FOR
A GOOD CAUSE.
HE IS A GREAT GUY. HE HAS A
GOOD SENSE OF HUMOR AND
WHEN I ASKED HIM TO POSE
FOR ME......HE DID.
I FOUND MY INSURANCE MONEY
WORKING FOR ME.

I WAS SEEKING TO KNOW MORE
ABOUT MY OWN BODY AND THERE
IT WAS ON THE WALL.
I WAS FINDING OUT HOW MY
BONES WORKED TOGETHER.

I WAS SEEKING TO GET AWAY TO
THE MOUNTAINS FOR A BREAK.
THIS PICTURE WAS HANGING
OVER POOPSIES HEAD AND I SAT
FOR A GOOD LONG TIME AND
LOOKED AT IT.
I WAS FINDING THAT IT GAVE
ME PEACE THAT WAS ALMOST AS
GOOD AS SITTING OUT IN THE COLD
AND LOOKING AT A REAL MOUNTAIN.

I WAS SEEKING TO KNOW IF MY
TIE MATCHED MY OTHER CLOTHING
AND FOUND THIS MIRROR IN OUR
EXAMINATION ROOM.
I FOUND THAT I WAS NOT ONLY
NEAT LOOKING, BUT I WAS ACTUALLY
PRETTY CUTE AND COY MYSELF......
FOR AN OLD MAN.

I WAS SEEKING A MEETING WITH
SOMEONE WHO WOULD BE MY
NEW FRIEND.
THIS IS DWIGHT TESSNEER, HE IS
THE CLEVELAND COUNTY CORONER.
WE TALKED ABOUT DEAD BODIES
AND HAD A FEW LAUGHS TOGETHER.
HE IS A SUPER NICE MAN AND I
TOLD HIM THAT WHEN I KICK THE
OLD BUCKET, I WANTED HIM TO COME
AND PRONOUNCE ME "NO LONGER
WITH THE LIVING"

JUST PUT ME IN MY CASKET AND
PLACE THIS SIGN ON TOP.

IF THERE IS ONE THING YOU

CAN DEPEND UPON, IT IS THAT

I AM EASY TO PLEASE.

EMANCIPATION -BUT NOT FOR ME.

2009-02-07T15:28:00.006-05:00

As you well know, this is a picture
of Abraham Lincoln.

He was the 16th President of these
United States.

He is best known for his signing of
the Emancipation Proclamation.
It set the Black man free.

Last week, Poopsie put me to work
cleaning the house. She had a page
full of things for me to do.

Well, sorry to say, (its me saying it)
Poopsie seems to like the idea.
So much that she choose to involve
me in the cleaning again today.

Is this not pitiful? Even the dog does
not look at me quite the same.

Buffaloes ? Today it was more like
African Wilder beasts had roamed our
halls.

I have to prepare to go and preach a
message at the nursing home on the
"Ugly Duckling"

After looking at the last picture....
I am starting to feel what the
Ugly Duckling felt.

I have found 26 new ways to hold
on to the mop and broom.

I have dish-pan hands,
dish-pan elbows,
dish-pan hips,
and maybe a case of mange.

Twin Momma told me at church
that she wanted the list that Poopsie
gave me. Why ?

I can only pray for her poor husband.

But, I can't wait to see him in an apron
and some cleaning rags hanging out of
his pocket.

My question for you Mr. Lincoln is,
"What about the poor old white man ?"

Where does it end? When do I get my
40 acres and a mule ?

Or must I endure this apron and these
stripes on my back forever ?

Is this the fate of old white men ?

P.S. Twin Momma

The list has grown to two sheets, as
you can see. I will bring them to you
if you want.

POP

WAKING UP IN "OZ"

2009-02-05T07:30:00.000-05:00

This morning I have been
re-living some of the scenes
from the movie, "The Wizard of Oz."

You remember the scene when the
house from Kansas falls on the wicked
witch and she is found by her sister ?

Remember the screams and how
the dead witch's legs curl up ?

Well, that is about what happened to
me this morning at 5am.

I was sound asleep on the couch with
my cozy blankie covering me.

It was dark and cold outside.

Wolves and rabbits cuddled together
in an effort to stay warm but there
I was, sleeping the sleep of a new born
baby wrapped in the comfort of his
mother's arms.

Then, suddenly, I woke to the snoot
of my Dolly's wet nose in my face as
she stopped by to say "howdy" to her
daddy. No real problem....yet.
But then I streatched out and cramps
attacked me in the darkness.

I felt as though I was the witch in the
movie as my feet and legs began to
curl up to my body. The screams
were frightening (did I mention that
they were my own ?)

I jumped to my feet and took off.
I did not know where I was going....
I was just going.

The pain slowly went away....and
I hope it stays. Anyway, I feel much
better now and I am even planning to
have a good day in the Lord.

The pain and suffering he had on
the cross makes what we suffer...
nothing.

I decided to post some this morning
as Dolly had gone back to her bed.

Wet snoot and all.

And Poopsie, all tucked away in the
comfort of her "Big" bed and her
electric blanket......never knew of my
trip back to the land of "OZ" and
the house that fell on me.

(I didn't have a pic of her in her bed

so this will have to do.)

As I said, I am going to try and have

a good day today in spite of the rude

awaking at 5am.

My mind is floating away to a nice

warm place on a private little island

where the water is clean and the hut

is filled with biscuits and gravy and,

oh yes,
Diet Sun-drop. Pop.

GLASS SLIPPER....MY EYE.

2009-01-31T16:46:00.000-05:00

I WAS RELAXING IN MY BIG
CHAIR AND POOPSIE WALKED
THROUGH TO THE KITCHEN.

I HAVE BEEN MARRIED FOR
OVER 43 YEARS.....I SAW THE
LOOK IN HER EYES.

IT WAS A GLARE IF I HAVE
EVER SEEN ONE.

SHE SAID, "SWEET LITTLE MAN,
WOULD YOU COME HERE, PLEASE ?"

SHE PUT ME IN A CHAIR AND GAVE ME
A LIST (DID YOU SEE THE LIST ?)
OF THINGS SHE WANTED ME TO DO
TO HELP HER CLEAN THE HOUSE.

IT INVOLVED A LOT OF DUSTING
AND SWEEPING AND MOVING AND
WIPEING AND POLISHING AND
RUNNING THE VACCUME CLEANER
(DID I TELL YOU ABOUT THE SWEEPING?)
DOING DISHES, CLEANING THE STOVE,
CLEANING THE MICROWAVE AND
TAKING THE TRASH TO THE BIG
GREEN CAN OUTSIDE.

I NEVER KNEW THAT THERE
WERE SO MANY WAYS TO HOLD
ON TO A BROOM.

HOW CAN A HOUSE GET SO
DIRTY IN A FEW DAYS ?

IT WAS LIKE WE HAD KEPT A
HERD OF BUFFALO IN THE HOUSE
AND NOT LET THEM OUT FOR DAYS.

I DON'T KNOW IF I WILL EVER
BE THE SAME.

BUT, THE GOOD NEWS IS THAT SHE
BAKED ME AN APPLE CAKE AND IT
SMELLS SOOOOOO GOOD !

I AM NOT SURE HOW LONG I COULD
HAVE KEPT UP WITH HER....BUT....
I KNOW THAT IF A GLASS SLIPPER IS
INVOLVED....I DESERVE IT.

Please, just give me a hand.

2009-01-24T17:27:00.001-05:00

Pretty gruesome, huh ?

Today my son John came over very
early in the morning and we decided
that the three of us would go to
"Sams" for supplies.

When we arrived, John got out and
had his back turned to me. (I was
in the back seat).
I took hold of the door frame since
both doors were open and attempted
to pull myself out.

John slammed the door shut and
pinned me to the Ford.

I screamed like an out-of-work
Alien, and John turned to see
me passing out for the third time.

Poopsie saw the the door (did I
mention that it was on my hand?)
on my hand, and heard my screams
close up. She then began to scream
and we screamed in unison for several
minutes. (the door was closed...shut...
all the way.) (I had no feeling from
my tongue down.)

John opened the door and I fell out
into the floor. My pulse was pounding,
my eyes were flowing with tears and
slobbers were dripping down my shirt.
(and that was the good side of it.)

I was....and am.....still bruised a
bit, but all ended well. No broken
bones and nothing sticking out of
the skin.

I won't be able to pick my nose
with that hand for a while but thank
goodness, I have two hands.

We completed our shopping and
arrived back at home....no E.R.
visit needed.

John had a trunk load of groceries
and felt better about his life until he
realized that he had come over on
his motorcycle. I took his goodies
home for him and drove with my
sore hand. (I did tell you about my
hand, didn't I ?)

Kristi thought the whole episode
was great and wanted to know if she
had moved up in the standing to
receive the empire when I pass on.

I told her that she was now number 1
and that John had fallen to number 3.

She wanted to know who was in the
number 2 slot and I told her it was a
woman from Ranlo, N.C. I just don't
know her name, Yet.

Just White Enough for me.

2009-01-21T19:59:00.000-05:00

Without any snow that would
stick to the ground in several
years, This is what we awoke to
yesterday at 7am.

The lake did have a little ice, but
not much. And, that was good for
the ducks who live there.

This is Poopsie's snowmobile.
She will not be out in the snow and
neither will I.

Dolly had never seen snow before
and had a problem trying to decide
on what it was. She sniffed and
pawed and licked and at last she
decided that she did like it.
It was difficult getting her to
come back in. Once she got up
on my lap and fell asleep, no more
problems. She slept for two hours.
(so did I)

All I want for Christmas is a Pony.

2008-12-09T12:56:00.000-05:00

This is Shirley. She is 74 years old.

She lives just outside the city limits

of Shelby, N.C.

Janice and I met her at the Ortho-

Carolina Offices today.

Shirley has a few broken bones.

How you ask ?

Shirley was thrown from a horse

pulled wagon....74 and thrown from

a horse pulled wagon.

Someone came up behind her and

blew air into a bag and popped it.

She asked that they not do that

again because of the horse.....

but they did, and the horse jumped

and turned over the cart she was

driving. (Did I mention that she

is 74 years old ? )

Her attitude is beautiful and she is

such a friendly lady. She presented

a photo album and showed us her

beautiful flowers. And, of course,

her pony.

She said that when she was about

6 years old her daddy gave her a pony

and a cart. All the rest is history.

Shirley is anxious to heal.

Why ?????

She wants to get back on her cart

pulled by her beloved pony and live

life to the fullest. After all, she is

only 74. And her mother lived to be

94 years of age.

The way Shirley looks at it is that

if she lives as long as her mother

did, she still has another twenty

years to ride her cart and love

her pony.

Get well soon, Shirley.

And God bless you.

P. S.

Poopsie saw her doctor and got

a wonderful report on her healing.

She is happy today.

LAZY.....OR JUST TIRED ?

2008-12-06T14:03:00.000-05:00

THIS IS POOPSIE. IT IS A PIC

I TOOK OF HER ON A BUS COMING

BACK FROM FLA.

BUT IT GOT ME TO THINKING....

ALL I HAVE BEEN THINKING
ABOUT FOR THE PAST HOUR IS
A NICE BED TO SLEEP UPON.

I DON'T THINK THAT I AM LAZY.
I DID A LOAD OF CLOTHES AND
DRIED AND FOLDED AND PUT
AWAY TWO LOADS.

I WAS ON THE HIGHWAY VERY
EARLY THIS MORNING AND I
HAVE TRIED TO DO LITTLE
THINGS FOR POOPSIE.

YEAH ! I CAN'T BE LAZY.

MAYBE IT IS A CASE OF
"OLD AGE" CREEPING IN.

I WAS WORRIED ABOUT
THIS UNTIL I CAME ACROSS
MORE OF THE PICTURES OF A TRIP
THE SENIORS TOOK TO
FLORIDA TWO YEARS AGO.

WE HAD BEEN OUT FOR
DAYS AND ON THE WAY
BACK....THIS IS WHAT I
FOUND.

MR. SHIRLEY....."CATFISH"
SHE CAN SUCK THE MEAT OFF
A CATFISH AND LEAVE ONLY
THE BONE BEHIND.

MRs. AVA. "PASTORS WIFE"
HARD WORKER AND STRONG
SPIRITUAL LEADER OF WOMEN.

PASTOR BARRY GOODMAN.
GREAT LEADER AND CHAMPION
FOR CHRIST.

AFTER LOOKING AT THESE
BALLS OF FIRE.....I WONDER
IF IT ISN'T ALRIGHT FOR ME
TO BE TIRED TOO?

AND, MAYBE IT IS JUST A GOOD
OLD CASE OF AGE OVER MATTER,
AFTER ALL.

JENNY BIRT IS OLDER BY A LITTLE BIT

2008-12-04T16:27:00.000-05:00

JENNY HAD A BIRTHDAY TODAY.

THIS IS SHE WITH HER PET.

IT HAS NOT HAD IT'S SHOTS.

JENNY IS A GOOD WIFE AND

MOTHER.

SHE IS IN SCHOOL TO BECOME

A NURSE SO THAT SHE CAN

LOOK AFTER HER IN-LAWS.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENNY FROM

POP AND POOPSIE AND DOLLY

THE POOPSTER IS HOME.

2008-12-03T15:42:00.000-05:00

POOPSIE IS AGAIN.....
QUEEN OF HER CASTLE.

SHE ARRIVED BACK HOME
YESTERDAY.

KRISTI AND JUSTIN BROUGHT
HER FROM THEIR HOME AND
GAVE HER BACK TO ME AND
DOLLY DOG.

SHE HAS HAD A GOOD BIT OF
PAIN GETTING IN AND OUT OF
BED BUT SHE IS DETERMINED
TO DO IT HERSELF.

FOR LUNCH TODAY, I FIXED
HER A THICK HAMBURGER
WITH ONION, BACON, DILL
PICKLES, MAYONAISE AND
A FEW CHIPS....OH YES, AND
THE COLD MILK. SHE WAS
IN HOG HEAVEN.

IF SHE MISBEHAVES....I WILL
LET YOU KNOW...

PRAY FOR BOTH OF US.

HERE IT COMES....AGAIN.

2008-12-01T04:07:00.000-05:00

CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?

CHRISTMAS IS ALMOST HERE
AGAIN.

TODAY IS THE FIRST DAY OF
DECEMBER AND I HAVE BEEN
CAUGHT OFF GUARD...AGAIN.

I WOKE AT 3:AM AND HAD TO
PEEL DOLLY OFF MY LAP.
I WISH I COULD SLEEP AS WELL
AS THAT NUTTY DOG.

POOPSIE IS STILL AT KRISTI'S
HOUSE AND HEALING QUITE
WELL.

KRISTI AND HER ENTIRE
FAMILY ARE THE BEST NURSES
AND DOCTORS ON THE BLOCK.

I MADE ANOTHER CHERRY
CHEESECAKE PIE.

I DO NOT INTEND TO SHARE
IT WITH ANYBODY EXCEPT
THAT WONDERFUL MAN WHOSE
FACE IS LOOKING BACK AT ME
IN THE SCREENS REFLECTION.
HEHEHEHEHE

GOT TO BE AT DIALYSIS IN
JUST A WHILE, SO I DON'T
SUPPOSE I WILL NOT EVEN TRY
AND GO BACK TO SLEEP.

I WILL TRY AND SPEND SOME
TIME WITH POOPSIE TODAY.
I WILL GIVE HER YOU LOVE
AND REGARDS.

POP.