Yes, you read the title right – I got a “love note.” It has been over a decade since my last one from Joe.
However, this is one I NEVER want to get again.
Last week I found a “love note” from my city taped to my door. The note stated I had 15 days to replace my broken sidewalk.
I am not able to pull that kind of money out of thin air. Who do you think I am Jeff Bezos? Warren Buffet? President Trump?
My neighbor is a contractor and last evening we discussed the situation as they got a “love note” too. There’s is in better shape than mine and they still got a “love note.” He will fix theirs and the 3 broken spots on my sidewalk.
So all is under control.
Check with your city and see who is responsible for the sidewalk.
Then save up thousands of dollars in a sidewalk fund so if / when you have to replace it, the money is there – especially if you happen to be a one-income widow when a “love note” is taped to your front door.
By the way, they even used red tape. 😀
Hey!, wait a minute…what’s my city doing using my hard-earned tax dollars to buy colored tape? Plain old grey duct tape should be sufficient and cheaper.
watching 4 hours of angry Democrats saying “This Country Sucks!” (Those are not there exact words but they easily could have been.)
Rush Limbaugh’s recent rant about how the left is anti-American and wants to rip this country to shreds. (I take my cell phone and sit on the deck or the front steps and listen to the replay on the app after work.)
I. Believe. In. You.
Despite being made up of flawed humans, you are the most unique and exceptional country on earth.
for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God,
There is no other country like you. God has richly blessed you.
Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord, the people whom he has chosen as his heritage!
Psalm 33:12 ESV
Your founding was a political event but it brings out the patriotism in all citizens.
…look down in mercy, we beseech Thee, on these our American States, who have fled to Thee from the rod of the oppressor and thrown themselves on Thy gracious protection, desiring to be henceforth dependent only on Thee. To Thee have they appealed for the righteousness of their cause; to Thee do they now look up for that countenance and support, which Thou alone canst give.
You are the land of opportunity for those who are willing to work for it, those who understand that you get what you get only when you are bold enough go for it.
A land where anything is possible, whereanyone can be elected President not just some career politician in Washington D. C. who is out of touch with the reality of his constituent’s everyday life.
You are a land who welcomes immigrants seeking a better life and believe America is the best place to build that life. People like my great, great grandfather Augustus who immigrated from Germany through the port of Baltimore, Maryland.
“In the first place, we should insist that if the immigrant who comes here in good faith becomes an American and assimilates himself to us, he shall be treated on an exact equality with everyone else, for it is an outrage to discriminate against any such man because of creed, or birthplace, or origin. But this is predicated upon the person’s becoming in every facet an American, and nothing but an American…There can be no divided allegiance here. Any man who says he is an American, but something else also, isn’t an American at all. We have room for but one flag, the American flag… We have room for but one language here, and that is the English language… and we have room for but one sole loyalty and that is a loyalty to the American people.”
Just as the church consists of people and not a building, you too, America are made up of people young and old, rich and poor, the employed and the unemployed, the fat and happy and the skinny and miserable.
People whose careers are:
talk show hosts
gas station clerks
call center representatives
stay at home moms and dads
butchers, bakers and candlestick makers
It takes all these people and so many more to make and keep this country the greatest one on earth.
I. Believe. In. You., America!
Therefore, I commit to pray for you at 7:14 a.m. and 7:14 p.m. every day in hopes that God will answer all my prayers for you now and for centuries to come.
14 if my people who are called by my name humble themselves, and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and heal their land.
First, I would like to thank God for whispering the words “Widow’s Website” in my ear early one morning in late 2010. I wrote the words to blog posts and you saw that they were read in countries where they needed to be read.
Second, my humble thanks to J.T. O’Donnell of Work It Daily for her guidance and coaching on how to start a blog and for being my first subscriber.
Third, Thank you to my readers for your support over the years. Many wonderful relationship were made here and I cherish everyone of them. It is a pleasure to read blogs about other people’s adventures whether they be the good, the bad or the ugly because we all have something to learn from one another’s lives.
Lastly, but certainly not least, I thank you Joe. Every moment, from the first time I dispatched a service call to you to our last moment as man and wife, was an integral part of making me the woman I am today.
I thank you for loving me, for your kindness, for your faith in me and for the joy you brought to my life. It was an honor and a privilege being your wife for 14 3/4 years.
You still and always will have a piece of my heart. But I have done what you wished and moved forward with life.
I look forward to the day when we will see each other in heaven.
Future of JoyReturns
JoyReturns future is in God’s loving and capable hands. Only He knows the plan for this blog. However, my goal today is the same as when I started blogging:
“…That henceforth I may be the salt of the earth and a blessing to all.”
(Regeneration prayer from The Valley Of Vision, A Collection of Puritan Prayers )
I hope by sharing my adventures as I rebuild my life they provide support and encouragement for widows and educate society about grief, joy, and the realities of widowhood. If so, then with God’s help I am accomplishing my goal.
Time to Celebrate
Now I am off to celebrate reaching 161 countries and my Dad’s birthday at Dairy Queen. Dad, Joe, Rommie and numerous other relatives are celebrating his birthday with him in heaven.
…Weeping may last through the night, but joy comes with the morning.
I wish I had an action-packed life update for you but alas…it has just been work (virtual call center), eat, and sleep since January.
Oh wait, I forgot about going from tornado sirens to snow to sun and green grass in about 16 hours.
I finished work one day in April, grabbed an apple from the fridge and went to sit on the porch and eat my apple before working overtime. I opened the door and was met with tornado sirens. (I highly recommend tornado sirens as a great late afternoon pick-me-up.) 😉
I flew back to my spare bedroom office and advised everyone in the chat I was out due to the sirens and then ran outside on the back deck to see what was going on. This picture was taken before the rain started.
What I learned from watching the Facebook live from one of the local TV stations is if the National Weather Service sees rotation on the radar they are going to issue a Tornado Warning, even if all is well on the ground. And all was well on the ground, no wind, rain, lightning or thunder.
When the rain came it was a gentle rain. I have video of the storm and a bird comes flying across the screen. There was also a lot of birds chirping in the video. I can’t get the video to upload to my blog or I would show it to you.
Then the next morning I work up to this:
Yep – snow.
Then in the afternoon, this was the scene:
Welcome to Northeast Ohio where Mother Nature’s hormones are extremely out of whack.
The highlight of the year so far was being on Christie Purifoy’s book launch team for her new book Placemaker, Cultivating Places of Comfort, Beauty and Peace. What made it so special was feeling as though we were a group of girlfriends getting together for a book club, even though we met on Facebook. The atmosphere was warm and cozy which made this launch team experience one of the best.
Yes, similar to the movie Julie and Julia where Julie Powell blogs about cooking her way through Julia Child’sMastering the Art of French Cooking. I need to make up my mind quickly if I am going to do this as we are already on week 3 or 4. It would mean a blog post per week for 26 weeks or I could write the posts and publish one a day the month of October in memory of the now defunct Write 31 Days.
I am through chapter 4 and have some conflicted thoughts I am mulling over.
The Soundtrack of My Spring
Here are some of the musical tracks I’ve been enjoying:
Alexa played Symphony #5 and immediately went into Rhapsody in Blue which really caught my attention. I never thought putting those back to back on a playlist. Guess my Echo Dot is good for something – we have a love/hate relationship.
And speaking of playlist…I am working on creating 2 playlists on Spotify. One is entitled Cardio and the other is Inspirational. I will let you know when the lists go live.
See You In September
Well, that’s all that is new and noteworthy in my life. See you in September with another life update that hopefully will not involve tornado sirens.
I leave you with a picture of the golden retriever statue Joe bought in 2004 that I dressed up for Easter. Joe and Rommie are up their in heaven shaking their heads in disbelief. 😀