I was finally well enough for church today, after my hiatus, and boy did it feel good.
I decided I had to go, no matter how I felt, it’s been too long since I have been there. I got something special for going today, something that tied the services, my mom, my grandpa, and after church together in one nice neat little package. The pastor played saw music before his sermon today. I very much enjoyed that and will write on that in a moment.
This is the first time I have been to church in 4 weeks ( I think) so I missed the pastor telling everyone last week that his grandmother was dying, but today he talked about being with his grandmother as she passed over. She made a big impact on his life; he is grateful and it shows. Yes, grandparents are special. I’m glad my children still have my ex-husband’s mother and step-father (who are both in their eighties). My grandparents did not make it that long and neither did my mom, so I am grateful for the time my children have had from early childhood into their twenties. It makes a big difference to have extended family.
There are a couple of connections today in church. First the saw music. For a long while I have had my grandfather’s saw hanging in the living room. He painted his 
name on it, one of the few words he ever learned to spell or write in his life. Good thing it was simple. So it’s a favorite possession. Today, after church I came home and looked up How to Play a Saw and the next link I came upon was my mom’s favorite song, which you can hear played on the saw. What makes this more of a connection for me today, is that in a couple of comic strips there were mother’s day wishes, even though mother’s day isn’t until next week. Special connections. I have always wanted a psaltry or dulcimer to play, but actually, I could probably learn to play the saw just as easily. It could be fun. The sound of music played on a saw is eerie-sounding, something aliens could appreciate, I think. Maybe that’s a special effects sound…could be.
The other connection was that the Gideon folks were there today…you know the 
What makes this even more interesting is that today the beau received an e-mail from someone he has never met (and I have no idea why he contacted us except for the “metal” connection he would have made via internet) who asked if we could make some kind of a splint for the man’s hands, and he sent 
pictures of his hands which are gnarled and twisted (don’t know the disease). I make the connection only because of what I had heard in church today. I just connect the dots. If someone/anyone happens to run across this post this week and can help the man with a splint of some sort so he can hold a pencil better that would be great. What he has been using really isn’t working too well. I just don’t think it is something we can do, we aren’t medical people. Looks to me like he needs something that is form fitting or molded, since the Dr. Scholl’s carpal tunnel wrap isn’t doing much for him. Anyone able to help leave a message.
Meanwhile back at the ranch. He’s back. The beagle I wrote about in my post, today is thursday, april third… , and called animal control to pick him up and take him to the pound, has showed up in the yard again, and is spending the night again. My dog almost chased him into the street, and neither one is car savvy. The beagle is obviously an indoor dog that gets out and finds his way here somehow. I must have sucker across my forehead. Only until animal control gets here.
Since I have medical tests to prepare for tomorrow I have no time to play around, so I will contact the pound and ask them if they can look at their records to see if I can contact the owner by phone (or whomever picked him up last time from the pound), assuming they kept that information, and tell the owner to come get him. I did meet a neighbor who said a friend of his would love a new hunting dog though…
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