Some Days are a Delight

So this morning my phone rang.  It was Oldest Son.  He has a key to my apartment.  He uses it every couple of days to check up on Mom.  He thinks I don't know he checks up on Mom, but I know.  And I feel more secure because of it.

Anyway, when Duane called, he said he had used his key earlier.  I was back in the bathroom, using the nebulizer which is noisy, so I didn't see or hear him.  He told me to check my refrigerator.  Seems he had been grocery shopping.  The store where he shops has an ongoing deal in the meat department.  The package a variety of meats in separate packages, selling them for $5 each - buy 4 and get 1 free.  He left half a dozen sausages in my fridge, bought using the store's sale.  I cooked three for breakfast and still have enough for another meal.  It was a nice surprise and the sausages are really good.

When I checked the weather report this morning, I found more snow headed our way.  Some time back David asked me to pray for snow.  His job in the winter involves managing snow removal crews and earlier, we had very little snow.  That has changed.  We have had snow nearly every other day lately.  There is more snow forecast, along with wind and plummeting temps.  So I emailed David, "Can I stop praying for snow now?"

Shortly after sending the email, my phone rang.  The first thing I heard was, "Don't you dare stop praying for snow!  This week alone has paid for Jacob's hockey."

I wouldn't want David's job.  When there is snow, he gets very little sleep.  Customers call him all hours of the day and night.  They tell him there is snow on their sidewalks.  He says that's because it is snowing.  His crews go in and remove the snow when the snow stops.  And when the snow stops, customers call 5 minutes later, complaining that nobody is at their place of business to plow yet.  David is convinced that common sense has left the building.

Anyway, it seems I need to continue to pray for snow for the sake of my son and his family.  :)

On another topic, Fiona over at 'Confessions of a Crazed Cattlewoman' has a post today dealing with the insanity of late term abortion.  She talks about it much better than I could and I would wish that you all would read what she has to say.

Me...I'm waiting for the next round of snow to begin.  In the meantime, I think my green fuzzy blanket may get a workout, as will my Kindle.  It is that kind of day.  Or maybe another surprise will come calling.  Who knows!  Even the life of a chubby grandma can occasionally be an adventure.  :)