Page 65 Wading through a flood

Mon Oct 7, 1996.

PIC_0326Well, 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.

Grandma, page 65-66

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.

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Page 29,30 The funniest dream

Speaking of dreams, last night I had the funniest dream ever (Sept 19, 1992).  A big fat older man was standing in the back of the church in his pajamas and robe.  He said, “my woman said I had to be baptized before she would marry me.”

Fatman
Skinny-dipping?

In my dream, I thought he must think he has to wear pajamas in the pool.  When he walked down the steps in the water, I saw he was naked.  The pastor had a hard time baptizing him because he was so big and fat.

When the man started to go out of the pool he fell and almost drowned, the pastor had a hard time getting him out of the water.  Then the man walked up the steps and at the top step turned around and waved to everyone in the congregation.  All we could see was a big, bare body.

Now!  Why would your mother have such a crazy dream?  The only reason I can come up with is – maybe I was in such misery with my hemorrhoids surgery it gave me a reason to laugh.  I wonder does God plan things like that??

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