”10:20 P.M. October 20th,
So often I have written that there remains nothing in life sufficiently strong to awaken the urge to be up and doing; with always some goal ahead to try and reach. How true that is; I find nothing remaining that satisfies my desires and yet how utterly false it is; my efforts now seem greater than ever, because I have lost all and my only goal is to regain it. How that may be done I do not know. Through some miracles which I might do? Hardly. I do not even believe the miracles of Christ in their entirety. Through God, and by zealously and faithfully worshiping Him? Perhaps, but tis not a certainty, else there would be only one form of worship. By striving to always be a little better each day? It can do no harm. Truthfully, there remains only hope. “Ilya toyed skuisya.” 10:40 P.M.”
Sally here: I have to tell you about my “Pitiful Widows Day.” And I don’t mean that title as a “feel sorry for me” or “distressing” but more in the funny sense of pitiful, as I been laughing about it ever since. So, my husband died about 7 years ago, for those of you who don’t know. I have not dated since and I mostly just go places with my children and grandchildren. I have traveled quite a bit but mostly by myself. My children always tease me saying I need to get out of my regular routine and if anything at least switch up my coffee shops where I do my studies. So this last Labor Day weekend I said to heck with it, I’m going to get all dressed up, go downtown 3rd Street here in my hometown (which is usually a hot spot) and “switch it up” and go study at a cute little coffee shop there. The first one I tried told me they were closing early because of Labor Day. I didn’t let that stop me (as I had a mission you know) and went on to the next. This one was open but because of the holiday I was the only one in there. And as I sat by the window I watched all the happy couples go by who were holding hands assuming they were off to a romantic dinner. I did my studies and said to heck with it I’m heading home back to my happy couch. As I was walking to my car I heard someone behind me honking and yelling and as I turned to wave (of course thinking it was someone I knew) they were actually honking and yelling at the young “just married” couple strolling down the other side of the street in their wedding clothes. So I said forget this, went to my favorite grocery store, bought me a nice steak, took it home, fixed dinner and sat on the couch to watch what ever popped on to my TV. As soon as I turned it on, it was the show “Overboard” with Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell. And at the end when they jump off the boats and swim towards each other yelling “Arturo” and “Katarina” I just sat and cried.” That’s my pitiful Widow’s day; one I’m still laughing about.
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