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The first duty of love--is to listen.
Hope is like the wing of an angel soaring up to heaven, and bearing our prayers to the throne of God.
THE GUARDIAN ANGEL OF YOUTH. AS I SHARE MY ENTHUSIASM, HUMOR, AND SENSE OF FUN, I PROTECT AND HONOR MY YOUTHFUL SPIRIT. THIS GUARDIAN ANGEL CAN HELP ME TO ENJOY MY YOUTHFUL SPIRIT, STRENGTHEN AND PROTECT MY VITALITY, AND NOURISH ALL THAT IS YOUTHFUL ABOUT ME.
Day by day, dear Lord of you Three things I pray: To see you more clearly, To love you more dearly, To follow you more nearly, Day by day.
I cut up the stolen watermelon that was over ripe and could not have been sold. It tasted good to me tonight. I cleaned out the back of the car. I talked to Art and he was on the way home from the camping trip. I guess that Bob went along this time as well. So it was a good thing I decided not to go to Medical Springs. I went to the Italian restaurant in TriCities and had too much spaghetti. Man that is a good place. I am going to try some other pasta the next trip. I stopped on the way home at WalMart and got some food. I went by the bank and got $40. Then to the Dollar Store for a bucket and some soap. I went by the fruit stand for some corn, strawberries, and tomatoes. I ordered two remote thermometers from Oregon Scientific and the bunk bed for Mikey at WalMart. It will be a while before the bed shows up. I cannot figure out why. Like it has to come from some Distribution Center. Unbelieveable. I cleaned on the car some more and read in the book. The renter called and wanted me to fix the pump because they ran it too damned long on the lawn. That is a pain in the ass. I called Mikey tonight and told him about the bed and he seemed sort of psyched up. He said they would get the mattresses for it. I guess he was already in bed. I may have to start called him a bit earlier. |