Story Grace, Mercy and Blessings
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PacNorWest
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#376b
Big, Donnie and Gary worked feverishly to get the fence panels disguised and ready to move and install. The cooler the weather and the further into the start of winter they morphed, the more people seemed to be passing by the retreat and interested in the general goings on of the clan.
Two people were on guard duty at all times, plus big unfriendly dogs. It was a chance they all had to take.
It took two days to arrange the panels as they wanted, load them on the makeshift trailer, get the team and head for the road. Because they went South first, to avoid meeting any groups of people already on the trail, it took a full day to reach where the trail left the beltway.
God sent them rain, a drenching downpour that had most of the groups seeking shelter before they got to the trail cutoff. It was miserable to work in, but welcome as a way to get the work done without observation.
Rocks were moved to shore up the wiggly panels, shrubs planted in the now friable soil and the idea of a shortcut was erased.
Donny heard the first large group, long before they came into sight. Removing all signs that they had been working there, the men faded into the dense brush, and listened as the group leader acted surprised, he couldn't see where the cutoff was supposed to be.
"The sign must have been wrong," he shouted to the members, "maybe it's further on down the road." and they trudged on past.
"You go on back, I'm going to find the sigh and destroy it." Big tightened his bedroll and checked over his horse. He left headed South and then cut across on a rocky patch to get up on the road. Taking off at a canter, the big man and his plowfooted horse made a lot of noise as stragglers scattered to get off the path and let him pass.
Big was on the rail for two days before he came to a cross roads, where a variety of signs were haphazardly nailed on a post. There was a sign that crudely painted words told of food and weak people on down toward the coast.
"This is a lie," Big made a loud production of ripping the sign from the pole. "There's nothing there but a gator swamp and unfriendly people. I was hoping to get some food and they ran me off with guns."
The majority of the people shivered as his words dashed hopes that they might find free food. Guns meant that the people were nasty tempered and not willing to share, at best, left alone to their own meanness.
Big took his knife and scratched DANGER over the sign, putting big X's over the rest of the words. Taking a rock, he hammered the sign back in place, and decided it looked sufficiently impressive.
While he was there spreading the word about the deception someone had tried to hoax the travelers. two groups from the north decided to continue straight south if there wasn't any free food to be had.
Big stayed around the encampment until way after dark, figuring at midnight that the camp was asleep. He lead his horse a good ways away from the last group of tents and then mounted, not wanting nosy eyes to see him head back the way he had come.
It rained hard, washing out the hoofprints of ole Rueben. By daylight, he was only a day away from the retreat.
Big, Donnie and Gary worked feverishly to get the fence panels disguised and ready to move and install. The cooler the weather and the further into the start of winter they morphed, the more people seemed to be passing by the retreat and interested in the general goings on of the clan.
Two people were on guard duty at all times, plus big unfriendly dogs. It was a chance they all had to take.
It took two days to arrange the panels as they wanted, load them on the makeshift trailer, get the team and head for the road. Because they went South first, to avoid meeting any groups of people already on the trail, it took a full day to reach where the trail left the beltway.
God sent them rain, a drenching downpour that had most of the groups seeking shelter before they got to the trail cutoff. It was miserable to work in, but welcome as a way to get the work done without observation.
Rocks were moved to shore up the wiggly panels, shrubs planted in the now friable soil and the idea of a shortcut was erased.
Donny heard the first large group, long before they came into sight. Removing all signs that they had been working there, the men faded into the dense brush, and listened as the group leader acted surprised, he couldn't see where the cutoff was supposed to be.
"The sign must have been wrong," he shouted to the members, "maybe it's further on down the road." and they trudged on past.
"You go on back, I'm going to find the sigh and destroy it." Big tightened his bedroll and checked over his horse. He left headed South and then cut across on a rocky patch to get up on the road. Taking off at a canter, the big man and his plowfooted horse made a lot of noise as stragglers scattered to get off the path and let him pass.
Big was on the rail for two days before he came to a cross roads, where a variety of signs were haphazardly nailed on a post. There was a sign that crudely painted words told of food and weak people on down toward the coast.
"This is a lie," Big made a loud production of ripping the sign from the pole. "There's nothing there but a gator swamp and unfriendly people. I was hoping to get some food and they ran me off with guns."
The majority of the people shivered as his words dashed hopes that they might find free food. Guns meant that the people were nasty tempered and not willing to share, at best, left alone to their own meanness.
Big took his knife and scratched DANGER over the sign, putting big X's over the rest of the words. Taking a rock, he hammered the sign back in place, and decided it looked sufficiently impressive.
While he was there spreading the word about the deception someone had tried to hoax the travelers. two groups from the north decided to continue straight south if there wasn't any free food to be had.
Big stayed around the encampment until way after dark, figuring at midnight that the camp was asleep. He lead his horse a good ways away from the last group of tents and then mounted, not wanting nosy eyes to see him head back the way he had come.
It rained hard, washing out the hoofprints of ole Rueben. By daylight, he was only a day away from the retreat.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you very much.
Sammy55
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Thanks, Pac! Please keep Clora living! A good part of the family would fall apart if she dies. That includes Mark. Hopefully he realizes that his possessiveness of Clora - to the point of fighting with others - isn't doing her any good. And just a note...for once Doc Bruce isn't the bad guy in the story. LOL!!
PacNorWest
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#377
Clora stayed in bed through December, January and February. By March; she declared her intention to get out of bed and look at something besides the same four walls.
Mark was fussed, Bruce was fussed; and it appeared the only person happy was Clora and of course the grandkids. They were wild to have tea and cookies with Grandma, but it had to be in a hurry, Grandma wasn't quite as strong as she thought. But it was a beginning, and Clora treasured it.
Slowly, Spring started. First, Clora was in the atrium sitting in the sunshine, then outside in the protected patio. She watched the garden plowing, the plow biting into the neat rows that didn't produce the previous fall. It hurt to see the precious seed destroyed, but the ladies assured her that most of the seed had molded in the cold ground.
It had been a winter of pork and sauerkraut without ceasing. For fun, Milo and Toby would walk past each other and do a little pig squeal. They did it so often, that the kids adopted the practice, and it caused the adults to laugh. It was comic relief that helped the sameness of the days.
Clora got the honor of cutting the first pan of seed potatoes, and for the first time in many months, she felt useful, and it perked her up.
Tess and Honey were cutting with her, when Robbie came to see if any potatoes were ready. As a treat for Clora, he had a handful of dirt; so she could feel the readiness of the soil.
"Oh, this feels wonderful, thank you Robbie for thinking of me." Clora was excited. Warm soil the main factor in seeds beginning to grow, the future of the clan in the brown dirt.
Clora stayed in bed through December, January and February. By March; she declared her intention to get out of bed and look at something besides the same four walls.
Mark was fussed, Bruce was fussed; and it appeared the only person happy was Clora and of course the grandkids. They were wild to have tea and cookies with Grandma, but it had to be in a hurry, Grandma wasn't quite as strong as she thought. But it was a beginning, and Clora treasured it.
Slowly, Spring started. First, Clora was in the atrium sitting in the sunshine, then outside in the protected patio. She watched the garden plowing, the plow biting into the neat rows that didn't produce the previous fall. It hurt to see the precious seed destroyed, but the ladies assured her that most of the seed had molded in the cold ground.
It had been a winter of pork and sauerkraut without ceasing. For fun, Milo and Toby would walk past each other and do a little pig squeal. They did it so often, that the kids adopted the practice, and it caused the adults to laugh. It was comic relief that helped the sameness of the days.
Clora got the honor of cutting the first pan of seed potatoes, and for the first time in many months, she felt useful, and it perked her up.
Tess and Honey were cutting with her, when Robbie came to see if any potatoes were ready. As a treat for Clora, he had a handful of dirt; so she could feel the readiness of the soil.
"Oh, this feels wonderful, thank you Robbie for thinking of me." Clora was excited. Warm soil the main factor in seeds beginning to grow, the future of the clan in the brown dirt.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Big thank you. The new nausea med seems to be working here.
PacNorWest
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#378
The clan was out of coffee. Of all the calamities to befall the Linderman clan, no coffee ranked one or two from the top of the list of dire circumstances.
That was how Big, Milo and Mark set off one fine almost spring morning to see what trading or buying opportunities were available near the coast. They gravely assured themselves and any one that needed so convinced that this was a fact finding mission.
There had been more planes, and the trickle of wayfarers had slowed to none. The fences were working, the gardens were planted, and it was accepted that now was a good time to go exploring. Big and Milo were two of the largest men in the clan, very intimidating looking, and Mark was no slouch either.
The night before Mark left, he and Clora had a deep heart to heart. Clora was watching him with unreadable eyes, a resigned look on her face. "Please, be cautious and ultra vigilant, you may encounter a prince."
Mark made a face and paced up and down the room. "I can't think of anyone I'd rather avoid than a pain in the butt excuse of royalty."
"It would be best if you were back here in three weeks. There is a disturbance then, but I can't feel what it is about. Every time I'm ill, it takes a longer time to have my 'abilities' come back."
"Three weeks it is then. How are you feeling?"
"Stronger every day, not 100% yet, but I believe I got over my last bout of Rheumatic fever during my enforced downtime." Clora yawned, and turned to take her hair down and brush it smooth for her night braid.
Mark did his exercises, cooled down, washed and got in bed. "Clora, I won't go if you don't want me too; I don't want to stress you."
"This time it will be Ok. But not the next one, that is full of danger for us all."
"I'll listen Clora, you have kept me alive, and I deeply appreciate your warnings. Besides, if I'm gone maybe Tess will cool down and get off my case. I tell ya Clora, she gets mighty lippy and one of these days she's gonna push the wrong button. If there is any way you might drop a few hints that I've had enough, I'd appreciate it very much. I'd hate to paddle her in front of family, but I will." Mark warned tightly.
"Wyatt might object," Clora said mildly, "He seems to think he should be in charge of Tess and the boys."
"Then he'd better get crackin on that. If they're not married, I don't give him any leeway to order her life. Maybe that's what is the matter with Tess and she's taking it out on me."
"Might be," Clora was noncommittal, as she blew out her lamp.
"Would you say a prayer for us, me in particular?" Mark asked in the dark, and then listened to Clora's low, melodious voice begin praying.
Big and Tilly, Milo and Honey were doing the same praying.
The clan was out of coffee. Of all the calamities to befall the Linderman clan, no coffee ranked one or two from the top of the list of dire circumstances.
That was how Big, Milo and Mark set off one fine almost spring morning to see what trading or buying opportunities were available near the coast. They gravely assured themselves and any one that needed so convinced that this was a fact finding mission.
There had been more planes, and the trickle of wayfarers had slowed to none. The fences were working, the gardens were planted, and it was accepted that now was a good time to go exploring. Big and Milo were two of the largest men in the clan, very intimidating looking, and Mark was no slouch either.
The night before Mark left, he and Clora had a deep heart to heart. Clora was watching him with unreadable eyes, a resigned look on her face. "Please, be cautious and ultra vigilant, you may encounter a prince."
Mark made a face and paced up and down the room. "I can't think of anyone I'd rather avoid than a pain in the butt excuse of royalty."
"It would be best if you were back here in three weeks. There is a disturbance then, but I can't feel what it is about. Every time I'm ill, it takes a longer time to have my 'abilities' come back."
"Three weeks it is then. How are you feeling?"
"Stronger every day, not 100% yet, but I believe I got over my last bout of Rheumatic fever during my enforced downtime." Clora yawned, and turned to take her hair down and brush it smooth for her night braid.
Mark did his exercises, cooled down, washed and got in bed. "Clora, I won't go if you don't want me too; I don't want to stress you."
"This time it will be Ok. But not the next one, that is full of danger for us all."
"I'll listen Clora, you have kept me alive, and I deeply appreciate your warnings. Besides, if I'm gone maybe Tess will cool down and get off my case. I tell ya Clora, she gets mighty lippy and one of these days she's gonna push the wrong button. If there is any way you might drop a few hints that I've had enough, I'd appreciate it very much. I'd hate to paddle her in front of family, but I will." Mark warned tightly.
"Wyatt might object," Clora said mildly, "He seems to think he should be in charge of Tess and the boys."
"Then he'd better get crackin on that. If they're not married, I don't give him any leeway to order her life. Maybe that's what is the matter with Tess and she's taking it out on me."
"Might be," Clora was noncommittal, as she blew out her lamp.
"Would you say a prayer for us, me in particular?" Mark asked in the dark, and then listened to Clora's low, melodious voice begin praying.
Big and Tilly, Milo and Honey were doing the same praying.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Mighty thanks, I have been waiting for this alllllllll day. lol
Sammy55
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I agree, nancy. I've been checking in here every day, and each day that goes by increases my prayers for Pac and her DH, but it also increases my worries about her. I didn't want to post anything as I don't want to pressure her, but I am concerned that she hasn't checked in. Though I do see that she was on TB this evening so that alleviates some of the worry.
Just checking in, Mrs. Pac, and hoping that you are doing much better!
Just checking in, Mrs. Pac, and hoping that you are doing much better!
PacNorWest
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Folks,
Sorry for the silence, I've been in the hospital with o2 problems. I'm the proud owner of blood clots in my lungs, and have real reduced breathing.
The young man that stays with us on occasion was here, and Mr. KC gives him the computer and "Tessee" and the kid is easily entertained. I believe this is the 5th time he has read the story, but has great difficulty retaining what he has read. It was a win-win for both of them. I will try to get a bit of story later on today. Pac & mr. KC.
Sorry for the silence, I've been in the hospital with o2 problems. I'm the proud owner of blood clots in my lungs, and have real reduced breathing.
The young man that stays with us on occasion was here, and Mr. KC gives him the computer and "Tessee" and the kid is easily entertained. I believe this is the 5th time he has read the story, but has great difficulty retaining what he has read. It was a win-win for both of them. I will try to get a bit of story later on today. Pac & mr. KC.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Yes, take care of yourself before anything else.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
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Sammy55
Veteran Member
I agree with everyone else, Mrs. Pac! YOU come first!! Get yourself well first!! Forget about the book UNLESS it helps you to de-stress or relax. We can wait. We just want you to get well. We worry about you so it's good when you just check in and let us know you are still around and kicking (or maybe not kicking but still around LOL!).
PacNorWest
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#379
Sitting at the table with her after breakfast cup of tea; Clora fished around in her pocket for a scrap of paper and a pencil to write down several ideas crowding her mind. First of all, she wanted to make absolutely sure her grandchildren had the strongest religious training and had accepted Jesus as their Saviour. Clora smiled, she knew just the woman to accomplish that fete.
Second of all, all the children needed survival training, and since she had a self-imposed deadline of three weeks. Once again, she knew just the woman to get that done.
Somewhere along the struggle of every day living, they had neglected training the young men and women that would be their next generation. Clora smiled, she had the ability to do that, and would.
Tilly was busy with the after breakfast chores; but watching Clora's face as the Mistress of the house came to several decisions, settling her mind as to a course of action.
Standing up, Clora went for her coat. "I'm going to Tess's, then Rennies and Honey's. We have some important details to iron out."
Tilly nodded, there was nothing she could do to hold Clora under house arrest, as she had been ordered by Mark. Tilly took a deep breath, and gave the dough she was starting to knead, several extra thumps.
Moving slowly across the center area, Clora made her way to Tess's door.
"Ma, what in the world are you doing? Does Dad know you're skipping curfew?" Tess forgot her manners, and spoke her mind, before inviting her mother inside.
"Hello to you too," Clora replied tartly, "would it be possible for me to come in and sit down."
"Goodness, certainly, please come in. How about a cup of tea?" Tess belatedly remembered her manners. "To what do we owe this special visit.?"
"Two areas, a strong Christian base, and survival training." Clora replied.
"Ma, I want to tell you right off, We; Wyatt and myself, feel that is part of our parental duties. Not something we intend to put aside, or turn over to any one else; even a loving and concerned Grandmother." Tess was standing her ground, unwilling to yield to her mother.
"Can you get them up to speed in three weeks?" Clora stared back with equal intensity. "There will be some sort of a disturbance here in the retreat; have you felt anything?"
"Yes, I have, that's the reason Wyatt has the boys out right now, practicing."
"Good," was Clora's reply. "The unknown has me fretting and jumpy."
Sitting at the table with her after breakfast cup of tea; Clora fished around in her pocket for a scrap of paper and a pencil to write down several ideas crowding her mind. First of all, she wanted to make absolutely sure her grandchildren had the strongest religious training and had accepted Jesus as their Saviour. Clora smiled, she knew just the woman to accomplish that fete.
Second of all, all the children needed survival training, and since she had a self-imposed deadline of three weeks. Once again, she knew just the woman to get that done.
Somewhere along the struggle of every day living, they had neglected training the young men and women that would be their next generation. Clora smiled, she had the ability to do that, and would.
Tilly was busy with the after breakfast chores; but watching Clora's face as the Mistress of the house came to several decisions, settling her mind as to a course of action.
Standing up, Clora went for her coat. "I'm going to Tess's, then Rennies and Honey's. We have some important details to iron out."
Tilly nodded, there was nothing she could do to hold Clora under house arrest, as she had been ordered by Mark. Tilly took a deep breath, and gave the dough she was starting to knead, several extra thumps.
Moving slowly across the center area, Clora made her way to Tess's door.
"Ma, what in the world are you doing? Does Dad know you're skipping curfew?" Tess forgot her manners, and spoke her mind, before inviting her mother inside.
"Hello to you too," Clora replied tartly, "would it be possible for me to come in and sit down."
"Goodness, certainly, please come in. How about a cup of tea?" Tess belatedly remembered her manners. "To what do we owe this special visit.?"
"Two areas, a strong Christian base, and survival training." Clora replied.
"Ma, I want to tell you right off, We; Wyatt and myself, feel that is part of our parental duties. Not something we intend to put aside, or turn over to any one else; even a loving and concerned Grandmother." Tess was standing her ground, unwilling to yield to her mother.
"Can you get them up to speed in three weeks?" Clora stared back with equal intensity. "There will be some sort of a disturbance here in the retreat; have you felt anything?"
"Yes, I have, that's the reason Wyatt has the boys out right now, practicing."
"Good," was Clora's reply. "The unknown has me fretting and jumpy."
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Oh my even not feeling well you gave us a great chapter. Thank you.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#379b
Clora smiled at her daughter, "well then, I'll see if Rennie would be interested in what ever I could do."
"Um, Ma, Toby has his kids and Robbie out with Wyatt. Our men are working with their children, as it should be. Gary and Donnie are roving guards, we are safe as possible.
Clora's shoulders slumped. She understood the useless, not needed feeling that Mark carried.
"Well, it's time for me to make the long trek back to the house." Clora said softly, feeling dismissed.
"How about I walk with you," Tess slipped her arm around her ma, and they walked slowly and surely toward the house. "Ma, I don't think you are strong enough to be out traipsing around. Where is your cane? I think you need to use the exercise room and break into strength training. Don't forget, you've been in bed for a long time, please use good common sense."
"She doesn't have any," Bruce sniped from the depth of the protected patio, where he was sitting, keeping track of Clora.
"You keep quiet," Clora snapped, "I don't need your lip, I'm frustrated as all get out, I need to be doing something. Not busy work," she frowned at Tess and Bruce; expressing her irritation.
Tess left Clora sitting in the sun, and escaped with unseemly haste back to her apartment.
"Sun is good for you," Bruce remarked. "Vit D for bone health, and attitude sweetness."
"Shut up Bruce," Clora said for the second time, but with much less rancor. "what has it done for you?"
"You know I'm the poster child for calm and genteel behavior," he laughed. "Clora?" Bruce turned serious, "I can finally think about Trish and the boys with out falling apart. There is still sadness and an ache in my heart; but it doesn't fire bomb me as it used to do."
"I'm glad for you Bruce, I hope you give the credit to God; He is, the Master Healer."
"Surprisingly enough, I believe I have. It's only been lately, but I do thank Him for standing with me."
Clora smiled and turned her face to the sun, it felt so good.
Clora smiled at her daughter, "well then, I'll see if Rennie would be interested in what ever I could do."
"Um, Ma, Toby has his kids and Robbie out with Wyatt. Our men are working with their children, as it should be. Gary and Donnie are roving guards, we are safe as possible.
Clora's shoulders slumped. She understood the useless, not needed feeling that Mark carried.
"Well, it's time for me to make the long trek back to the house." Clora said softly, feeling dismissed.
"How about I walk with you," Tess slipped her arm around her ma, and they walked slowly and surely toward the house. "Ma, I don't think you are strong enough to be out traipsing around. Where is your cane? I think you need to use the exercise room and break into strength training. Don't forget, you've been in bed for a long time, please use good common sense."
"She doesn't have any," Bruce sniped from the depth of the protected patio, where he was sitting, keeping track of Clora.
"You keep quiet," Clora snapped, "I don't need your lip, I'm frustrated as all get out, I need to be doing something. Not busy work," she frowned at Tess and Bruce; expressing her irritation.
Tess left Clora sitting in the sun, and escaped with unseemly haste back to her apartment.
"Sun is good for you," Bruce remarked. "Vit D for bone health, and attitude sweetness."
"Shut up Bruce," Clora said for the second time, but with much less rancor. "what has it done for you?"
"You know I'm the poster child for calm and genteel behavior," he laughed. "Clora?" Bruce turned serious, "I can finally think about Trish and the boys with out falling apart. There is still sadness and an ache in my heart; but it doesn't fire bomb me as it used to do."
"I'm glad for you Bruce, I hope you give the credit to God; He is, the Master Healer."
"Surprisingly enough, I believe I have. It's only been lately, but I do thank Him for standing with me."
Clora smiled and turned her face to the sun, it felt so good.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Sweet and yes Bruce needed that.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#380
Tilly was more than pleased that Clora was back, close to the house. The cook understood the crushing boredom of being confined and thought it was a good thing Clora was exercising. However, there was the stern warning Mark had issued right before he left; that Clora was to do nothing more than sit in the sun.
Indeed, Clora was more than happy to sit in the sun. Her little jaunt of independence had taken the starch out of her. She had a terrible time controlling her thoughts, close to a panic about the sorry and sad shape she was in.
"As far as I'm concerned, turns around the exercise room wouldn't hurt you a bit," Bruce said as he leaned back in his chair. "I'm thinking that it would be a good idea if I joined you; we two old cripples could encourage one another."
"After lunch," Clora commanded, "we'll get started."
Bruce looked at her with a distasteful grimace. Right after lunch was usually the warmest part of the day to sit outside and luxate in the sun. Bruce had grown quite fond of the quiet time, and now he had neatly out foxed himself into exercising. Of all the rotten luck.
Clora smiled with her face turned away from Bruce, so he couldn't see her self satisfied look.
Tilly was more than pleased that Clora was back, close to the house. The cook understood the crushing boredom of being confined and thought it was a good thing Clora was exercising. However, there was the stern warning Mark had issued right before he left; that Clora was to do nothing more than sit in the sun.
Indeed, Clora was more than happy to sit in the sun. Her little jaunt of independence had taken the starch out of her. She had a terrible time controlling her thoughts, close to a panic about the sorry and sad shape she was in.
"As far as I'm concerned, turns around the exercise room wouldn't hurt you a bit," Bruce said as he leaned back in his chair. "I'm thinking that it would be a good idea if I joined you; we two old cripples could encourage one another."
"After lunch," Clora commanded, "we'll get started."
Bruce looked at her with a distasteful grimace. Right after lunch was usually the warmest part of the day to sit outside and luxate in the sun. Bruce had grown quite fond of the quiet time, and now he had neatly out foxed himself into exercising. Of all the rotten luck.
Clora smiled with her face turned away from Bruce, so he couldn't see her self satisfied look.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Got him lol Thank you Pac.
Sammy55
Veteran Member
You slipped another one in yesterday. Imagine my surprise when I found TWO chapters today!!
Thanks, Pac!! You must be feeling better. Just don't overdo it. YOU are too important to us!!
I am betting you know exactly how Clora feels right now as you describe her feelings so well. LOL!!
Thanks, Pac!! You must be feeling better. Just don't overdo it. YOU are too important to us!!
I am betting you know exactly how Clora feels right now as you describe her feelings so well. LOL!!
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#381
All the time Clora was eating Tilly's good tasting lentil soup for lunch, she had squiggles of urgent thoughts about needing to walk in t6he woods behind the retreat. For why, she didn't have a clue, but it certainly seemed to be a problem that was gaining strength, the more it stayed in her mind.
"We have to postpone our walk this afternoon," Clora told Bruce and he didn't seem put out at the abrupt cancellation.
The doctor nodded, secretly pleased that he would have his hour in the sun as he preferred.
Donny and Gary were back in the house for lunch, the dads they guarded; mindful of their small charges and not willing to overdo the intense training they were giving their littles. Clora approved, and smiled at the two men eating silently,
"Gary, Donny? Would one of you have a couple of hours to help me this afternoon?" Clora asked so sweetly, and looked so hopeful; neither one could deny her request.
"I'm open," Donny replied, "Whatcha need?"
"I need a guard to accompany me into the woods for an hour or so, I have a very unsettled feeling that I need to walk in a certain place. I can't tell you why, I don't know; I just need to do it." Clora was serious, and unsmiling. "I don't even know where I need to walk, I'm hoping it will come to me, when I'm there."
"Yeah, no problem," Donny replied, "let me know when you're ready," and he dished up another bowl of soup. The ladle made a scraping sound on the bottom of the bowl. and Gary objected.
"Hey, you quit hogging all the soup, that's your fourth bowl." he complained.
"Yeah well, that's your fourth one," Donny pointed out reasonably, "I'm just trying to keep up with you."
If Bruce thought, he would be quick enough to snatch the serving bowl, he was sadly mistaken. Gary had the bowl in hand quicker than the blink of an eye. He settled the squabble by pouring the remaining soup in his bowl, and sitting hunched over the half a cup he had added to his empty bowl.
Clora had to laugh at the boyish antics, and even Tilly was softly chuckling.
In a half hour, Clora was ready, and she and Donny walked slowly toward the woods. Gary had conferred with Donny. and he was shadowing them from several hundred feet.
All the time Clora was eating Tilly's good tasting lentil soup for lunch, she had squiggles of urgent thoughts about needing to walk in t6he woods behind the retreat. For why, she didn't have a clue, but it certainly seemed to be a problem that was gaining strength, the more it stayed in her mind.
"We have to postpone our walk this afternoon," Clora told Bruce and he didn't seem put out at the abrupt cancellation.
The doctor nodded, secretly pleased that he would have his hour in the sun as he preferred.
Donny and Gary were back in the house for lunch, the dads they guarded; mindful of their small charges and not willing to overdo the intense training they were giving their littles. Clora approved, and smiled at the two men eating silently,
"Gary, Donny? Would one of you have a couple of hours to help me this afternoon?" Clora asked so sweetly, and looked so hopeful; neither one could deny her request.
"I'm open," Donny replied, "Whatcha need?"
"I need a guard to accompany me into the woods for an hour or so, I have a very unsettled feeling that I need to walk in a certain place. I can't tell you why, I don't know; I just need to do it." Clora was serious, and unsmiling. "I don't even know where I need to walk, I'm hoping it will come to me, when I'm there."
"Yeah, no problem," Donny replied, "let me know when you're ready," and he dished up another bowl of soup. The ladle made a scraping sound on the bottom of the bowl. and Gary objected.
"Hey, you quit hogging all the soup, that's your fourth bowl." he complained.
"Yeah well, that's your fourth one," Donny pointed out reasonably, "I'm just trying to keep up with you."
If Bruce thought, he would be quick enough to snatch the serving bowl, he was sadly mistaken. Gary had the bowl in hand quicker than the blink of an eye. He settled the squabble by pouring the remaining soup in his bowl, and sitting hunched over the half a cup he had added to his empty bowl.
Clora had to laugh at the boyish antics, and even Tilly was softly chuckling.
In a half hour, Clora was ready, and she and Donny walked slowly toward the woods. Gary had conferred with Donny. and he was shadowing them from several hundred feet.
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Goats?