Story Grace, Mercy and Blessings
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PacNorWest
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Folks.
I'm still on medical leave. Saturday we had a work day at church. where I was most viciously attacked by a sidewalk. I have a chunk out of my forehead and a beauty of a black and purple eye. It's naturally my right eye, the one I have trouble with and there is a lot of pressure, so I'm being monitored. So, I need a couple of more days. It's a good thing I;m a tough old gal. this getting old isn't for sissies.
I'm still on medical leave. Saturday we had a work day at church. where I was most viciously attacked by a sidewalk. I have a chunk out of my forehead and a beauty of a black and purple eye. It's naturally my right eye, the one I have trouble with and there is a lot of pressure, so I'm being monitored. So, I need a couple of more days. It's a good thing I;m a tough old gal. this getting old isn't for sissies.
Sammy55
Veteran Member
I agree!! Rest, prayers, and spoil away!!
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Oh my goodness pac. just get to feeling better and unhurt.
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Roger that!
We'll see you when we see you and you had better follow the good advice given above; there is nothing sinful or shaming about resting up & letting that eye recover more fully. may we presume the attacking sidewalk is now kindling or, if poured, reduced to dust particles?
Seriously, please rest & recover.
G.
Orion Commander
Veteran Member
Sorry to hear that. Take enough rest. On the positive side you won't need as much eye shadow.
Nature_Lover
Wait! What?
Oh my gosh, Mrs. Pac!
I hope you see better soon, I have vision problems, and I know how helpless it can make you feel.
I also know that it gets better with time. So far, Every time.
Healing energy, and positive thoughts.
❤
I hope you see better soon, I have vision problems, and I know how helpless it can make you feel.
I also know that it gets better with time. So far, Every time.
Healing energy, and positive thoughts.
❤
Old Gray Mare
TB Fanatic
Grief can be a nasty demon.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#237
"Well M'dear, you'd better get your hat off and an apron on. You just hired yourself as chief cook and dishwasher; and I can see that nothing has been started for supper. Whatever you plan, you had better make more than you feed us, these people will eat a couple of gallons of stew."
"Oh, do you really think that much, they must be gluttonous pigs."
"Yeah, well, I wouldn't be so mouthy, if I was you. After all, they are paying and you said you wanted the money and ran the other two ladies off."
Caroline audibly sniffed, but she did turn around and head for the kitchen. All the while she was peeling, chopping, browning the meat and making gravy, Caroline was furiously muttering that she had done all the Inn kitchen work she ever intended to do when she was a teenager. Now suddenly she was trapped into the same old drudgery, and by golly she didn't like it. Not one bit.
Raymond wisely retreated to the barn and as the afternoon wore on, he gathered in the dry sheets, and folded them more or less neatly, smiling as he imagined Caroline's reaction to a haphazard job. There was no room downstairs for the clean laundry unless he piled it in the office.
Once in the office, he looked around and discovered the two ladies had been neat and precise, the ledger open on the desk only detailed that the group was due in this afternoon as they had arrived..
There was a commotion in the front room as the herd of children went running through, toward the back kitchen door.
Now it might have been Caroline's foot that stuck out at the last moment and tripped the leader of the pack, but she was extremely agile and quick and if any of the slower kids witnessed her purposeful act, they said nothing.
The young man of about twelve, hit the floor with a resounding whump, his nose the first piece of his anatomy to feel the solidness of the old wood floor. There was a screeching that would have done a whole room full of rusty hinges proud.
Caroline kept her composure and continued working with her supper items, refusing to let the screaming child rattle her nerves. Almost instantly, there were Mama's crowding into the kitchen to check on their precious Johnny and Susie's.
The young man's Mother scolded her son. "Gerald, this is the second or third time this has happened. When will you realize that you either need to walk, or run in a more coordinated manner. Really son, your not hurt so much that you are dying; suck it up and understand that's what you get for running wild."
"But Maaaa, I didn't just trip by myself," Gerald started whining.
Caroline interrupted, "Really guests, I must ask you to leave the kitchen, I don't want anyone else hurt by bumping into the hot stove or be nicked by a knife."
The travelers obediently filed out of the room, the hapless Gerald holding a scrap of towel up to his nose. "Ma, this rag smells like crap," he tried to whine once again.
In the kitchen, with her back to the exiting group, Caroline smiled a wicked half grin of satisfaction. Gerald's mother was cutting her son no slack. "That's three way stations and three trip accidents; you don't suppose you'll be getting smart any time soon? I've told you not to run through these places, and do you ever listen to me, nooo, so this is your reward for disobedience."
"Yeah, but the other places gave us cookies to try and make us stop." Gerald was muttering under his breath, casting hostile looks toward the kitchen.
"Didn't work here, did it?" Gerald's Mama had no sympathy, and excellent hearing. "Get that rag up to your nose," she ordered; "you're bleeding all down the front of your shirt." and she not so gently helped her son press the rag to his face.
In the office, Raymond smiled as he listened to the goings on.
Across the road and down three houses to the clinic, Donny was attempting to walk and regain strength. He had seen the arrival of Reva and felt doubly blessed that they were going to have food. He couldn't cook, Sally wasn't a cook, and neither was Dr. Bruce. Doc Tricia seemed not to care much about eating and was fairly haphazard about her culinary attempts. Frankly, Donny was starving, and had rightly figured that there would be no healing until he could get filled up.
When Andy came to visit in the early afternoon, Donny quietly explained his predicament, and asked if Andy could go hunting.
"Better yet, you and the kids come bunk with us." Andy extended the invitation, "we have room and Judy can teach Sally how to keep a house and how to cook. Besides," and Andy dropped his voice and spoke directly into Donny's ear, "I don't like the way Doc's two boys look at you guys. Their kinda creepy.'
"Yes," Donny struggled to get up from the gurney, "let's go now." So Donny, Sally and kids trooped down to Andy's house and nearly caused Judy to have a heart attack when they clumped in the door unexpectedly.
"Oh my," she delicately fluttered. "So many of you."
"Not a good atmosphere up there," Andy obliquely spoke out of the side of his mouth to his wife. "Donny needs to eat, he's not getting enough food to recuperate as he should. Tomorrow we will go look at a couple of houses close to the horse barn, for Donny's family. I kinda gave Judy first choice of the houses, but she hasn't seen any of them yet," Andy gave his intentions to his brother, and the two men nodded their acceptance of the situtation.
"Well M'dear, you'd better get your hat off and an apron on. You just hired yourself as chief cook and dishwasher; and I can see that nothing has been started for supper. Whatever you plan, you had better make more than you feed us, these people will eat a couple of gallons of stew."
"Oh, do you really think that much, they must be gluttonous pigs."
"Yeah, well, I wouldn't be so mouthy, if I was you. After all, they are paying and you said you wanted the money and ran the other two ladies off."
Caroline audibly sniffed, but she did turn around and head for the kitchen. All the while she was peeling, chopping, browning the meat and making gravy, Caroline was furiously muttering that she had done all the Inn kitchen work she ever intended to do when she was a teenager. Now suddenly she was trapped into the same old drudgery, and by golly she didn't like it. Not one bit.
Raymond wisely retreated to the barn and as the afternoon wore on, he gathered in the dry sheets, and folded them more or less neatly, smiling as he imagined Caroline's reaction to a haphazard job. There was no room downstairs for the clean laundry unless he piled it in the office.
Once in the office, he looked around and discovered the two ladies had been neat and precise, the ledger open on the desk only detailed that the group was due in this afternoon as they had arrived..
There was a commotion in the front room as the herd of children went running through, toward the back kitchen door.
Now it might have been Caroline's foot that stuck out at the last moment and tripped the leader of the pack, but she was extremely agile and quick and if any of the slower kids witnessed her purposeful act, they said nothing.
The young man of about twelve, hit the floor with a resounding whump, his nose the first piece of his anatomy to feel the solidness of the old wood floor. There was a screeching that would have done a whole room full of rusty hinges proud.
Caroline kept her composure and continued working with her supper items, refusing to let the screaming child rattle her nerves. Almost instantly, there were Mama's crowding into the kitchen to check on their precious Johnny and Susie's.
The young man's Mother scolded her son. "Gerald, this is the second or third time this has happened. When will you realize that you either need to walk, or run in a more coordinated manner. Really son, your not hurt so much that you are dying; suck it up and understand that's what you get for running wild."
"But Maaaa, I didn't just trip by myself," Gerald started whining.
Caroline interrupted, "Really guests, I must ask you to leave the kitchen, I don't want anyone else hurt by bumping into the hot stove or be nicked by a knife."
The travelers obediently filed out of the room, the hapless Gerald holding a scrap of towel up to his nose. "Ma, this rag smells like crap," he tried to whine once again.
In the kitchen, with her back to the exiting group, Caroline smiled a wicked half grin of satisfaction. Gerald's mother was cutting her son no slack. "That's three way stations and three trip accidents; you don't suppose you'll be getting smart any time soon? I've told you not to run through these places, and do you ever listen to me, nooo, so this is your reward for disobedience."
"Yeah, but the other places gave us cookies to try and make us stop." Gerald was muttering under his breath, casting hostile looks toward the kitchen.
"Didn't work here, did it?" Gerald's Mama had no sympathy, and excellent hearing. "Get that rag up to your nose," she ordered; "you're bleeding all down the front of your shirt." and she not so gently helped her son press the rag to his face.
In the office, Raymond smiled as he listened to the goings on.
Across the road and down three houses to the clinic, Donny was attempting to walk and regain strength. He had seen the arrival of Reva and felt doubly blessed that they were going to have food. He couldn't cook, Sally wasn't a cook, and neither was Dr. Bruce. Doc Tricia seemed not to care much about eating and was fairly haphazard about her culinary attempts. Frankly, Donny was starving, and had rightly figured that there would be no healing until he could get filled up.
When Andy came to visit in the early afternoon, Donny quietly explained his predicament, and asked if Andy could go hunting.
"Better yet, you and the kids come bunk with us." Andy extended the invitation, "we have room and Judy can teach Sally how to keep a house and how to cook. Besides," and Andy dropped his voice and spoke directly into Donny's ear, "I don't like the way Doc's two boys look at you guys. Their kinda creepy.'
"Yes," Donny struggled to get up from the gurney, "let's go now." So Donny, Sally and kids trooped down to Andy's house and nearly caused Judy to have a heart attack when they clumped in the door unexpectedly.
"Oh my," she delicately fluttered. "So many of you."
"Not a good atmosphere up there," Andy obliquely spoke out of the side of his mouth to his wife. "Donny needs to eat, he's not getting enough food to recuperate as he should. Tomorrow we will go look at a couple of houses close to the horse barn, for Donny's family. I kinda gave Judy first choice of the houses, but she hasn't seen any of them yet," Andy gave his intentions to his brother, and the two men nodded their acceptance of the situtation.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you Pac. Always special to have a chapter even when your hurt. Hope you are healing up okay.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
Folks,
We went to a relatives birthday party last Sat. and came home with the flu. Both of us have been dog gone sick, getting better, not totally better. See ya after Easter.
We went to a relatives birthday party last Sat. and came home with the flu. Both of us have been dog gone sick, getting better, not totally better. See ya after Easter.
Old Gray Mare
TB Fanatic
Take care of yourself PAC. Let your other half pamper you for a while. Digital (((HUGs))) sent. If I could walk over some nice hot chicken soup I would.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#238
Gary limped away from Clora's first aid station, and as he was passing Tess's cooking fire, Dory looked up and invited him in for a bowl of stew.
"Thanks but no thanks, I don't fancy another dose of your personality," Gary snarled over his shoulder as he steadily walked away.
Dory looked at his retreating back, "what a sore looser," she told Tess, and shook her head at the retreating Gary.
Tess snorted almost in disbelief. "What did you expect? That he would swoon to be in your company?"
"Well, maybe not exactly, but he didn't have to be rude," Dory sputtered, "I wanted to see if he had manners after being invited in, rather than barge in like a bull."
"You're talking to the wrong man," Tess chuckled, "I doubt if he will ever interact with you again. He's the kind of man that can ignore you just fine."
Dory said no more, but Tess caught her sneaking quick looks toward the back of the wagon train, where Gary had disappeared.
The next morning, the wagons departed with out incident, the morning cool with high overhead cloudiness and a brisk wind.
Clora bundled up and came to sit with Mark as he was driving. "Hey Cowboy, what's a good looking guy like you doing in a place like this?" she teased as she adjusted her blanket snugly around her legs.
"Kidnapping a pretty lady, taking her far away." Mark teased right back. "Are you warm enough, it's kinda nippy this morning."
"Right now, yes, I'm Ok." Clora scooted close to Mark. "I have a couple of thoughts that have been rattling around, and need to get your take on the subject."
"Ok, shoot," Mark was smiling at Clora, she seemed energetic and excited.
"I've been thinking about all the real estate we have bought over the years, and wondering how much of it we have sold?"
"Humm," Mark quizzed her, "what brought this on?"
"Well, specifically the land below Hendersonville and the house in Greenville. I seem to recall that the Prince paid over a million for the land he traded us for Gold and Rhodium. I don't know or remember how many acres he bought in our name, and he also said he started bank accounts as dowry's for the girls. I was just wondering what happened to them?"
Mark was silent for a long spell. "The land is still in our name, and I believe the taxes were paid ahead for ten years. It's only been five years since then, or has it been six?" He scratched his chin. As for the bank accounts, I completely forgot about them. I don't think I paid any attention to the amounts that were in them, so that is unknown. Good call for thinking about that."
Mark seemed to be thinking hard about her question. "The place in Greenville, Toby went there and the house was burned down by the raiders, but if it hasn't gone for taxes, we still own it." he finally said.
"Then there is the retreat. That couldn't have been cheap, yet we walked away, leaving it to three couples that weren't related to us in any way. Is it because we have had such 'easy' money, that we simply pack up and leave." Clora said.
Mark got real silent, frowning darkly.
"By my reckoning, we've left several million dollars on the table, in land we have abandoned. There's Walter's farm we should still own, the valley we own, the land at Evergreen, Big Springs farm, the farm at Lemmie's old place, the hotel land, the retreat and now we're heading for another purchase. It feels like we have been recklessly throwing money around all over the United States. We also left the urn's in the basement, so what are we going to do about them?"
Mark said nothing, but he was listening.
"I'm concerned that we are buying ourselves into poverty." Clora was honest and trying to clearly see into the future. "Perhaps we are headed in the wrong direction, what if we need to go back and clean up loose ends?"
Gary limped away from Clora's first aid station, and as he was passing Tess's cooking fire, Dory looked up and invited him in for a bowl of stew.
"Thanks but no thanks, I don't fancy another dose of your personality," Gary snarled over his shoulder as he steadily walked away.
Dory looked at his retreating back, "what a sore looser," she told Tess, and shook her head at the retreating Gary.
Tess snorted almost in disbelief. "What did you expect? That he would swoon to be in your company?"
"Well, maybe not exactly, but he didn't have to be rude," Dory sputtered, "I wanted to see if he had manners after being invited in, rather than barge in like a bull."
"You're talking to the wrong man," Tess chuckled, "I doubt if he will ever interact with you again. He's the kind of man that can ignore you just fine."
Dory said no more, but Tess caught her sneaking quick looks toward the back of the wagon train, where Gary had disappeared.
The next morning, the wagons departed with out incident, the morning cool with high overhead cloudiness and a brisk wind.
Clora bundled up and came to sit with Mark as he was driving. "Hey Cowboy, what's a good looking guy like you doing in a place like this?" she teased as she adjusted her blanket snugly around her legs.
"Kidnapping a pretty lady, taking her far away." Mark teased right back. "Are you warm enough, it's kinda nippy this morning."
"Right now, yes, I'm Ok." Clora scooted close to Mark. "I have a couple of thoughts that have been rattling around, and need to get your take on the subject."
"Ok, shoot," Mark was smiling at Clora, she seemed energetic and excited.
"I've been thinking about all the real estate we have bought over the years, and wondering how much of it we have sold?"
"Humm," Mark quizzed her, "what brought this on?"
"Well, specifically the land below Hendersonville and the house in Greenville. I seem to recall that the Prince paid over a million for the land he traded us for Gold and Rhodium. I don't know or remember how many acres he bought in our name, and he also said he started bank accounts as dowry's for the girls. I was just wondering what happened to them?"
Mark was silent for a long spell. "The land is still in our name, and I believe the taxes were paid ahead for ten years. It's only been five years since then, or has it been six?" He scratched his chin. As for the bank accounts, I completely forgot about them. I don't think I paid any attention to the amounts that were in them, so that is unknown. Good call for thinking about that."
Mark seemed to be thinking hard about her question. "The place in Greenville, Toby went there and the house was burned down by the raiders, but if it hasn't gone for taxes, we still own it." he finally said.
"Then there is the retreat. That couldn't have been cheap, yet we walked away, leaving it to three couples that weren't related to us in any way. Is it because we have had such 'easy' money, that we simply pack up and leave." Clora said.
Mark got real silent, frowning darkly.
"By my reckoning, we've left several million dollars on the table, in land we have abandoned. There's Walter's farm we should still own, the valley we own, the land at Evergreen, Big Springs farm, the farm at Lemmie's old place, the hotel land, the retreat and now we're heading for another purchase. It feels like we have been recklessly throwing money around all over the United States. We also left the urn's in the basement, so what are we going to do about them?"
Mark said nothing, but he was listening.
"I'm concerned that we are buying ourselves into poverty." Clora was honest and trying to clearly see into the future. "Perhaps we are headed in the wrong direction, what if we need to go back and clean up loose ends?"
Sammy55
Veteran Member
Glad you are feeling better, Pac!!
Wow! They have property all over the place! They sound like they are land rich and cash poor, just like a lot of people, especially farmers. It's going to be interesting if they backtrack to all of those places and "clean them up" by selling or disposing of them somehow. Maybe one of those places will become home again!
Wow! They have property all over the place! They sound like they are land rich and cash poor, just like a lot of people, especially farmers. It's going to be interesting if they backtrack to all of those places and "clean them up" by selling or disposing of them somehow. Maybe one of those places will become home again!
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Wow, but maybe it's for a reason. Thank you Pac.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#239
"Clora," Mark's voice rose in exasperation. "Why here, why now?" The leader of the Linderman clan was feeling rightly perturbed at her announcement. "I mean, this should have all been brought out over a year ago, before we got this far North. What do you want, for us to backtrack and head for North Carolina?"
For once, Clora was very undecided. "I don't know. All my thoughts are jumbled up. I only know that going North is not a good Idea. There is a feeling of dread and lurking danger. Could we stop long enough for me to run back and confer with Tess? If she feels nothing, then it's just the ramblings of a silly old lady and I won't say another word."
Mark looked up and caught sight of Toby. Giving a sharp whistle, he motioned for a stop and for Toby to come close.
"Hey Dad, what's up?" Toby inquired with a level look at his parents. It was plain to see that Ma looked flustered and Dad looked perturbed.
"I need to have a quick talk with Tess," Clora climbed down from the wagon and circled back to speak to her daughter.
"Tess,... it's Ok Ma, I feel it also. Now I don't know what to think. This morning I was full of enthusiasm about going on; now I feel that we can't get South fast enough. I wonder what changed?" Tess was shaking her head in bewilderment.
Tess and Clora together strengthened the feelings about the dread they were feelings. "I've never had such feelings change on me so quickly." Tess was standing next to her lead team, holding her hand to her forehead.
"This is so strong that it hurts," Tess whispered. Clora was standing next to Mark and she was swaying on her feet, feeling the pain herself.
"Oh my, I think my head is going to explode," Clora swayed and if Mark hadn't caught her, Clora would have fallen.
"My head hurts so much I think my eyes are crossed," Tess whimpered. "I don't want us going any further North, please everyone, we need to turn around and go back."
"Clora," Mark's voice rose in exasperation. "Why here, why now?" The leader of the Linderman clan was feeling rightly perturbed at her announcement. "I mean, this should have all been brought out over a year ago, before we got this far North. What do you want, for us to backtrack and head for North Carolina?"
For once, Clora was very undecided. "I don't know. All my thoughts are jumbled up. I only know that going North is not a good Idea. There is a feeling of dread and lurking danger. Could we stop long enough for me to run back and confer with Tess? If she feels nothing, then it's just the ramblings of a silly old lady and I won't say another word."
Mark looked up and caught sight of Toby. Giving a sharp whistle, he motioned for a stop and for Toby to come close.
"Hey Dad, what's up?" Toby inquired with a level look at his parents. It was plain to see that Ma looked flustered and Dad looked perturbed.
"I need to have a quick talk with Tess," Clora climbed down from the wagon and circled back to speak to her daughter.
"Tess,... it's Ok Ma, I feel it also. Now I don't know what to think. This morning I was full of enthusiasm about going on; now I feel that we can't get South fast enough. I wonder what changed?" Tess was shaking her head in bewilderment.
Tess and Clora together strengthened the feelings about the dread they were feelings. "I've never had such feelings change on me so quickly." Tess was standing next to her lead team, holding her hand to her forehead.
"This is so strong that it hurts," Tess whispered. Clora was standing next to Mark and she was swaying on her feet, feeling the pain herself.
"Oh my, I think my head is going to explode," Clora swayed and if Mark hadn't caught her, Clora would have fallen.
"My head hurts so much I think my eyes are crossed," Tess whimpered. "I don't want us going any further North, please everyone, we need to turn around and go back."
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you pac, but oh wow, a cliff hanger if there ever was one.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#239b
Milo looked at Toby; and the two men looked at their wives. Both women shrugged, almost accustomed to the perils of depending on pre-cognition for major decisions. Honey and Rennie looked resigned, as they waited.
"What are we looking for? Raiders, tornados, hostile natives?" Milo smarted off as Dory and then Gary joined the group.
"What's happening?" Gary boomed out, "how come we are stopping here?"
"Danger ahead," Mark said with a grimace, "we may have to turn back." Mark was still supporting Clora, and Tess was hanging on for dear life to the harness.
"And we know this how?" Gary inquired with a deceptively calm tone. "Oh," he nodded as Tess pointed to her head. "It's a woo-woo thing."
"Woo-woo?" Dory questioned sharply, looking around for an explanation. "I don't understand."
"Clora and Tess can tell things," Gary hunched down to try and speak quietly into Dory's ear. She swatted him away like a pesky fly annoying her.
"Hey," Gary instinctively grabbed her hand, preventing her from striking him again.
The two of them got into a loud and verbally descriptive yelling match, and the rest of the group moved nervously away.
Tess had such a head ache, she couldn't drive, so Robbie went to drive her wagon and Honey wrapped sweet baby Mila in her carrier and picked up the reins.
Slowly the train made a large arc and started returning to the way they came.
Milo looked at Toby; and the two men looked at their wives. Both women shrugged, almost accustomed to the perils of depending on pre-cognition for major decisions. Honey and Rennie looked resigned, as they waited.
"What are we looking for? Raiders, tornados, hostile natives?" Milo smarted off as Dory and then Gary joined the group.
"What's happening?" Gary boomed out, "how come we are stopping here?"
"Danger ahead," Mark said with a grimace, "we may have to turn back." Mark was still supporting Clora, and Tess was hanging on for dear life to the harness.
"And we know this how?" Gary inquired with a deceptively calm tone. "Oh," he nodded as Tess pointed to her head. "It's a woo-woo thing."
"Woo-woo?" Dory questioned sharply, looking around for an explanation. "I don't understand."
"Clora and Tess can tell things," Gary hunched down to try and speak quietly into Dory's ear. She swatted him away like a pesky fly annoying her.
"Hey," Gary instinctively grabbed her hand, preventing her from striking him again.
The two of them got into a loud and verbally descriptive yelling match, and the rest of the group moved nervously away.
Tess had such a head ache, she couldn't drive, so Robbie went to drive her wagon and Honey wrapped sweet baby Mila in her carrier and picked up the reins.
Slowly the train made a large arc and started returning to the way they came.