Well, sadly, I have today off.
One of my clients that I just adore was admitted into the hospital yesterday and I’m usually with her on Sunday afternoons.
I was really at a loss as to how to pray for her this morning, gang. Without betraying her confidences in me, I’ll just say that for the last couple of weeks, she has been expressing to me in private that, for the most part, she did not want to continue living.
She suffers from something that there is no cure for, and it only continues to get worse. What quality of life she has left is based strictly on the fact that her husband keeps her at home and is her full-time caregiver.
Even though they have a great (and long) marriage — and so many wonderful memories fill their home — that full-time caregiver thing is still extremely stressful on any marriage. And so she also feels guilty about that, too — what her husband has to go through, 24/7.
That said — I could not bring myself to simply pray for her to “be back home as soon as possible”. Or ask God to restore her — health? She barely has it, you know? It was a tricky morning of prayer for me.
I want to see her again! I love spending time with her and her husband. I really, really enjoy being with them, regardless of the tasks involved while I’m there in their home. I don’t want her to die.
Yet, I know for certain, she is, at best, ‘conflicted’ about wanting to remain here.
The bottom line, for now, is that I have an additional day off today. And I guess we all know that I will spend it working on the TV project.
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I did see this on Instagram this morning and it cheered me — and I researched it a little bit, because I thought it was so cool.
When Wayne & I took our honeymoon back in 1993, we rented a car and drove out West to Nevada and back. And when we weren’t staying with various family members along the way (Wayne was originally from the South), our goal was to stay at motels that had really cool, retro neon signs.
For our honeymoon, $25 a night was on the expensive side!! We had such a blast. Back then, at least, there were still so many old motels operating across the country.
Here are 2 random examples from my honeymoon scrapbook — both motels were on Rt. 66, in Tucumcari, New Mexico. We stayed one night in each motel.
So, when I saw this on Instagram this morning, I immediately texted it to Wayne and he texted back, saying: “Somehow, I’ll sleep better knowing this. Thanks.”
Built in 1937, the lunch counter and gas station are gone, but motorists can still sleep in a wigwam in Cave City, Kentucky!
You can visit their website here and see old & current photos of the place.
I researched a possible road trip, but it’s over 5 hours a way from here, and looks like it’s more of a place for families. I would be really out of place there all by myself. And, you know, driving alone for over 5 hours is not my idea of a fun “road trip”.
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That aside, I’m trying to stay in a good head space today. I should feel excited because I have two days off this week — possibly three. Oh well.
On we go.
I hope you have a great Sunday, wherever you are in the world, gang.
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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In keeping with the above theme —
Here’s a song I’d forgotten about until last night!! Wayne & I certainly played this CD a lot while on our honeymoon road trip!
The fantastic Marty Stuart. From his hugely popular Country album, “Hillbilly Rock,” 1989 — the title song!! Enjoy, gang!!
Hillbilly Rock
It comes from Mississippi, and down in Alabam’
Creepin’ like a fever all across the land
From deep in the Delta on the Louisiana shore
The people got to have it, they wanna hear some more
It’s the hillbilly rock, beat it with a drum
Playin’ them guitars like shootin’ from a gun
Keepin’ up the rhythm, steady as a clock
Doin’ a little thing called the hillbilly rock
Some say it came from Memphis down in Tennessee
Or it drifted in from Georgia about 1953
Just as long as it’s greasy, as long as it’s fast
As long as it’s pumpin’ honey, it’s gonna last
It’s the hillbilly rock, beat it with a drum
Playin’ them guitars like shootin’ from a gun
Keepin’ up the rhythm, steady as a clock
Doin’ a little thing called the hillbilly rock
Way back in old Kentucky where the bluegrass grows
Through the Carolinas on them dirt red roads
Burnin’ like a fire runnin’ wild in the woods
From Arkansas to Texas, it sounds so good
It’s the hillbilly rock, beat it with a drum
Playin’ them guitars like shootin’ from a gun
Keepin’ up the rhythm, steady as a clock
Doin’ a little thing called the hillbilly rock
So when the heat starts to risin’ and you gotta blow some steam
Take a ride down the river, you’ll see just what I mean
The juke joint’s jumpin’, when that cat goes on
The whole place is shakin’, there’s a something goin’ on
It’s the hillbilly rock, beat it with a drum
Playin’ them guitars like shootin’ from a gun
Keepin’ up the rhythm, steady as a clock
Doin’ a little thing called the hillbilly rock
Doin’ a little thing called the hillbilly rock
Doin’ a little thing called the hillbilly rock
c – Paul Kennerly






















