Mon Oct 7, 1996.
Well, I guess I’m slowing also forgetful. This is the second thing to write about. What do you think of your 77 year old mother wading around the beach in knee-deep water and sometimes almost up to my derriere. Of all the forty-eight years being here, water has never gone all the way up 21st and 72 Ave.
Well it sure was fun wading with all the teenagers at 10pm. One young boy was so nice, he kept saying “are you alright, now be careful.” This day and age you don’t usually see young people so concerned.
Bye bye, it was a wading good time.
Nov 13 1996
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately of the many many times I felt God’s leading in my life.