Poems, Personal Stories, and Observations

What If?

What if God is real, and He really exists?

What if He created us, only out of love?

What if because He created us, He knows our inmost being, and knows what’s best for us? 

What if His commandments are not arbitrary rules to spoil our fun, but if by following them, we’d be saved from a life of selfish misery?

What if some of the things we’ve been told about God are mistaken, and we’ve been misled?

What if there is a malevolent being who hates God and humans, is envious of us humans, and wants to destroy any relationship we might have with God, and tries to convince us that God is against us?

What if we could know God personally, and His Spirit could guide us through many difficulties? And, we could know what He’s really like?

What if God the Father is better than the best father on earth, the best at mercy, forgiveness, justice, love, protecting us, and providing for us?

What if we’re afraid to acknowledge God as our Father, because then He will have authority over us, and then we couldn’t do whatever we want to do?

What if we’re afraid of intimacy with God the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit?

What if He loves us so much that He sent His Son to die for us? And then His Son  defeated death and our sin by rising from the dead?

What if we gave Him a chance and let Him love us?

My husband and I decided we’d like a night out at a nice restaurant which we go to occasionally.  It is situated right on the Little Miami River in Ohio, with some outdoor seating.  

It was Saturday, and as we approached, I said, “Wait, it’s Saturday after 6, probably crowded, and they probably have their amplified music.” We don’t like amplified music at meals because it’s hard to hear each other when talking.  And as we drew near, the parking lot was full to overflowing, so we passed by. We would go again on a slower night, because the food is excellent.

So, what next?  I saw a sign for the Schoolhouse Restaurant.  It’s a unique place, sometimes with long waits, but not always.  I said, “Want to go there?” and my husband agreed.

We entered and asked the person at the front, “How long is the wait?” 

The man answered, “I can make it as long as you want!”

Actually, unlike two other times, we got seated pretty quickly.

Two special things about this restaurant:

1) It’s a real old schoolhouse, built in the 1860s.  The menu is on a chalkboard on one wall of the restaurant.  There are many schoolroom artifacts, such as maps, a globe, and pictures of Washington and Lincoln.

2) The food is served family style, meaning you do order an entree, but then everyone in your party shares the side dishes of coleslaw, salad, mashed potatoes, kernel corn, green beans, and corn bread with butter.

Near the end of our meal, I noticed a first responder talking to a woman two tables away.  Emergency vehicles had quietly arrived, and apparently she was having a health issue.

On leaving the restaurant, we saw a fire engine, an ambulance, and a sheriff’s car outside, all blocking our egress.  No problem, we were not in a hurry.  I went for a walk and my husband stayed in the car.

Shortly before the emergency vehicles cleared out, I saw the distressed woman walking with an officer, so I guess she was somewhat okay.

Always an adventure when you go out for the evening!

Home Sweet Home!

Some interesting observations of southwest Ohio, in contrast to my previous home in the SF Bay Area, California.

1) If you want to hire someone for certain services, like tree trimming, gutter cleaning, lawn mower tune up, HVAC service, etc., expect to wait 6 to 8 weeks until the people are available. This may have to do with weather fluctuations and/or lack of personnel. You will eventually come up in the queue and they will give you a ring.

2) Some towns allow golf carts to drive on non-major roads.

3) People in my neighborhood WAVE TO EACH OTHER 90% of the time, whether you’re both walking, both in cars, or one of each. I even had a police officer wave at me. 😊

4) When you apologize for what you think might be a mistake, people say, “You’re good!”

5) This neighborhood is super quiet, except when there are occasions for fireworks. Some nearby neighbors had a lot of cars at their house (party?), but it was the quietest event I never heard. Also, there seems to be a gun range nearby, but I haven’t figured out where.

6) It’s definitely bug season now, as I have about ten bites at the moment. Thank God for Caladryl (calamine lotion)!

Old Lady’s Blues

Well, the air’s too wet,
I’m covered in sweat.
The chiggers are ‘bitin;
Soon there’ll be lightnin’.

But I’ve got food to eat,
A roof over my head,
Even have A/C,
And people who love me.

Well, the news is bad;
It’s makin’ me sad.
My back is in pain;
Might be goin’ insane.

But I’ve got good friends, 
A garden to tend,
Cats who like to cuddle,
Rain enough for some puddles. 

Well, I spilled the dinner,
Don’t seem to be a winner.
The grandbaby’s cryin’;
Life can be tryin’.

But there’s always a light;
Your smile is so bright.
We may not agree,
But you’re talkin’ with me!

Just heard the doctor’s verdict,
Says my blood pressure’s imperfect 
Not to mention blood sugar,
Extra carbs in the cooker.

But I’ve got Jesus beside me;
There’s nothing can fright me.
Well, maybe things will, 
But He’ll help me, until …

I can see through the night,
And hear music bright,
Be calm in the storm,
‘Til He brings me home.

A Pocketful of Rye

I recently finished reading A Pocketful of Rye, a murder mystery by Agatha Christie, which includes the Miss Marple character. This was my second or third time reading the book, as I’m an avid fan of Christie. On this reading, I learned something new, with the help of an internet search.

In the book, published in 1953, one of the characters is suspected of having the condition called “General Paralysis of the Insane”. The word “Paresis” can also be used instead of “Paralysis.” Perhaps I never thought about what that could mean, on previous readings, but this time I did a search of it on the internet.

What I discovered was a bit mind-blowing. It’s something you might want to research. In the book, the symptoms highlighted were delusions of grandeur, reckless behavior, and poor business decisions. But the disease can progress to frighteningly debilitating effects.

The medical world at one time did not know the causes of the illness, which can be confused with other illnesses. However, after a while, it was discovered and gradually accepted that one cause could be syphilis, a venereal disease, caused by the bacteria Treponema pallidum. Later, it was discovered that penicillin could be a cure.

Now, I don’t know if in the book, Christie intended to imply that the character in question had syphilis, but the study of this gave me cause to be grateful that it became curable.

During my youth, antibiotics like penicillin and beyond were a given. Just imagine a world without them. I’ve had quite a few infections eliminated by antibiotics.

Granted, today antibiotics have their own issues, such as overuse. They can upset the balance of your gut bacteria. I have developed the habit of consuming a tablespoon of yogurt everyday, especially since needing antibiotics at times. However, it’s hard to dispute that there’s some value, sometimes great value, in having antibiotics available.

Dishwashing Blues

[Another silly poem, and “first world” problem?  Well, we need to laugh sometimes! Life can get a bit heavy. Blessings.]

Oh, I hate to wash dishes
But mama said I must.
But I hate to wash dishes;
I’d rather eat dust.

Oh, the dishwasher’s broken
Oh, what can I do?
There’s a pile a foot high
On the counter; it’s true.

Just put on some music
And sing my way through.
Dance to some verses
And tap to the tune.

Each verse that is sung,
The dishrag is wrung.
The clean pile gets higher
‘Til all of them done!

Comparison

It’s a mistake
To compare ourselves to others.
That sin do not dare —
For joy it surely smothers.

Don’t look askance
At gifts you have been given.
Grow gratitude —
Let yourself be shriven.

Joy everywhere —
Our happiness, so be it.
God is alive,
If we will but see it.

Lost Item Axiom

For the last several days, we’ve been looking for our glue guns so that my hubby can fix a wooden item. After several days of searching, we happened to be at a store, so we decided to buy a glue gun, reasoning: “Maybe we gave the old ones away.”

Well, an hour after we got home, I happened to be in the basement for another reason, and noticed an open moving box with four shoebox-sized boxes inside it. Spotting one of them, I thought, “Wait a minute, that looks like the old glue gun box.” Sure enough, it was.

We will be returning an unopened new glue gun soon.

Axiom: If you can’t find an item, buy a new one, and the old one will soon turn up.

Beautiful and Terrible

I was visiting my medical oncologist for a follow-up appointment. I’ve been apparently cancer free for about five years now, after bouts with kidney and breast cancer. Fortunately both were detected quite early on.

While waiting in the exam room, I looked up to notice a white board with scribbled writing on it. The first scribble, on the upper left, was: “Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don’t be afraid.” The second scribble, in the lower right corner, said “Fear ye not, for I am with ye. Yea, I am with ye always.” Then in the upper right corner was a picture from a movie, I think, but the caption was, “Hasta la vista, melanoma — the Terminator.”

These little sayings struck me profoundly. ”Beautiful and terrible,” for sure. The world is full of so much suffering, like cancer, war, violence and hatred, to name a few, but with so much beauty as well: nature, human love, forgiveness, mercy, art, and many other things. But the saying ends bravely with the words, “Don’t be afraid.” Upon further research, I learned that the quote is by Frederick Buechner, a Presbyterian minister who had a painful childhood, his family moving about almost every year, and his father committing suicide when he was fourteen. Despite those events, he went on to become a prolific writer and a preacher.

The next saying echoes the first, although its original was written long before the first saying. Again, “Fear ye not.” As far as I can tell, this is partly from Isaiah 41:10 and from Matthew 28:20, or perhaps three or four other places in the New Testament where Jesus tells his disciples to not be afraid. I think we humans need constant reminders not to be afraid.

So, the doctor arrived and after some discussion, I was told I could finish my five years of medication in June. Also, after the exam, he said I was healing well. So it was all good news. When he went out the door, I got emotional, I suppose from relief that all was well. As I went to the car and in the car, I couldn’t help but be overwhelmed. ”I shouldn’t even be alive, and here I am!”

All praise to God, who has allowed me to continue living for His purposes, which I don’t always know or understand.


Caring for Our Elderly

In the United States, how do we care for our elderly parents, or other elderly people? Here are some ways I have witnessed or read about. What do you think are the best ways, most practical, most workable, or best for the elderly?

A relative of my husband’s, Mary, lived in Washington state. She and her husband built, or had built for them, an addition to their house. Mary’s widowed dad lived in this beautiful addition. It had its own bathroom, fireplace, and tiny living room, and the whole addition was directly attached to the main house. In the early days of his living there, he went for many walks in the neighborhood, and lived there to the age of 102. I don’t know if the addition had a kitchen, and they probably shared meals.

Growing up, my dad’s mother first lived in our home, in a large room attached to the kitchen. Later, she moved to an apartment about a mile from our house. I would visit her a lot after school and she would be at our home for many occasions. Then later again, when I was in my twenties, she moved to an apartment only three blocks from where my parents lived, and only one block from the apartment that I had moved to when I was older. So both my parents, siblings, and myself could visit her often.

The Amish, a religious sect, do not have any separate “retirement communities” for the elderly. Rather, younger families will build an attached or detached addition to their own home, called a “dawdi haus” (there are various spellings for this). See https://www.amish365.com/retirement-homes-for-the-amish-what-is-a-dawdy-haus .

An in-law had her fairly independent elderly parents living in a retirement community, where each couple or single person had a cottage. Then the husband had a bad fall and a slow-growing cancer was discovered. The family had both him and his wife moved to a facility with assisted living, and with another unit for memory care. They were visited often by family, and some family parties were held in one of the facility’s “party rooms”. The husband’s problems progressed, and perhaps a year or two after that move, the husband passed away. Again, the siblings searched for a good facility for their mother. One sibling (six total) wanted the mother in her own home, which was small, with one bathroom, and already had four people in it (no free bedroom), but the other siblings nixed that. At least two of the other siblings were “professionals”, one a doctor. None of the other five siblings, besides the first mentioned, thought that having the mother in their home would be workable. After much research, a small facility was found which highly encourages family to visit. There are only twelve residents. I have visited this place and it’s more like a group home than a “facility,” with a very home-like atmosphere. It is close to most of the siblings and they take turns visiting, most days of the week. They have had, since the move after dad’s fall, an online sharable chart in which they sign up for visits, so as to minimize alone time for their parents.

My own mom, in her later years, lived one or two miles from my sister and my older brother. Her home was an apartment in a retirement community. Later, she bought a two-bedroom mobile home in another community for those over 55. This, too, was within two miles of two of my siblings. It was plenty of room for her, and my two siblings could visit her often, take her to doctor appointments, and check on her medications. My younger brother and I visited less often, as we were about three hours driving distance away. I did try to call my mom at least once a week.

There is a couple I know who were friends of my father’s. The wife developed a chronic illness and had to be in a nursing home. They have no children. Recently, the husband had a bad fall. He will be moving into the nursing home and selling their house. They will live there in the nursing home together. I don’t know what kind of family support they have, or close friends who can visit. They don’t have children, and live in a state hundreds of miles from me. I hope it is a nursing home that has lots of visitors.

My husband’s mom lived in two or three apartments in different retirement communities in the eastern U.S., for many years. Eventually, she moved close to my husband’s younger brother on the west coast, to a retirement community apartment. After a while, my brother-in-law and his wife bought a new home a few doors down from their previous home, and had mom move into their previous home. So, they could walk over there any time, and would accompany her to their house when she visited. She had to be hospitalized at one point, and it was determined that in the aftermath, they could not care for her on their own. After one horrible place, my husband’s brother-in-law found a very nice facility only a mile or two from their house. She ended up passing away there a few months later, thankfully with her younger son present. My husband and I had been with her earlier in the day.

In California, we lived near to an elderly man whose wife eventually divorced him. He doesn’t have the closest relations with her or his children or grandchildren. He eventually had to sell his home to pay for divorce-related costs, besides not being able to keep things up on his own. He now lives in an elderly home in south San Francisco bay. He likes me to call him and does not get many visitors.

A couple who have been friends of ours for years moved from California to Pennsylvania, in large part to help the husband’s relatives. First of all, before moving, they had bought the house of one of his sisters, as she was no longer able to pay for it (or perhaps even just pay the taxes) or keep it up. This sister died after they moved. The Covid pandemic was still happening. But, they did what they could to help the husband’s other relatives and in-laws. Eventually they were able to visit more, and two of the relatives were getting quite ill (cancer, etc.) and were in hospice care. The husband visited often, and even (I believe) brought them closer to God by his encouragement. So both of these people (one of his sisters and her husband) died in peace this past year. There is a third relative who is harder to get through to, but the husband faithfully visits him and gives him care. Let us pray that this relative will be open to God’s love.

[Edit: January 25, 2024] Just a few days ago, I learned of another case. A lovely retired widow, with whom I would chat with at church on weekdays, informed me that she’d be moving today. I was a bit surprised, but her story made a lot of sense. She’d been living alone since her husband’s death. One of her children and his wife had recently moved from a community near the church and had bought two homes next to each other in an area perhaps 10 miles away. They invited the mother to move in next door to them, and so she is today. She’ll be going to a different church, but might visit ours occasionally.

How will YOU care for your parents when they are less able to care for themselves? What can we do for those who gave us the gift of life? Can we show our gratitude by not letting them get isolated? If you had difficult relations with your parents, pray to forgive them and to have some honest conversations.