Bill writes in his journal before heading off to his job at Wal*Mart; he lets us know what's been going on with him, his family, and his friends.
Thursday, May 10, 2007, 9:22 a.m., D.S.T., Nashville, Tennessee~
Dear Journal~
Bill here. We got home from the Crawfish Festival safe and sound. We had a wonderful time; it was good to eat all that wonderful Cajun food and dance to all that great Cajun music! ('Course, I took it easy; not easy dancing the Cajun two-step or waltz on a pair of Lofstrands or wearing a back brace! LOL Let's just say I did the Cajun FOUR-step! LOL)
My wife was having a good time, though; pleasing her is one of the main goals of my life. She means everything to me; she is my world, as are the children.
The children enjoyed themselves, but for our newer kids (plus the baby), this was all new to them. They looked at all the unfamiiar sights, smelled the strange odors, and heard unfamilar music with all the curiosity of brand new babes; they didn't know what to make of it. Yet they soon dove into the fun like seasoned festival goers, and soon they were dancing and eating with the best of them. They had a wonderful time!
The weather was gorgeous: a little hot, perhaps, but otherwise sunny or partly cloudy. At least there were no storms to rain on our parade; some areas of the country have continually been pummeled by severe storms (the Midwest, Texas and Oklahoma come to mind), including a devastating F-5 tornado that destroyed 95% of Greensburg, Kansas. The President was there yesterday, touring the damage and promising aid to the stricken city. It was on the news.
I have been praying for those people in Kansas; I pray the weather for them eases soon as well as all the other areas hit by extreme weather condidtions...
So far the kids have managed to stay out of the hospital; it's been a while (since late March) when one of the kids ended up in the ER. (I think we are headed for some type of new record...LOL) I pray this continues. I can think of better ways than to spend a good portion of my time in a hospital ER waiting room or sitting by a stricken child's bedside!
We got new neighbors: the Callaways (Audrey writes to my wife; has been for some time now; have met her before), and they seem nice. They have several kids, and some of the kids are disabled. Poor mamma Callaway has been through some things herself; she is rather quiet and tends to keep to herself. I pray all the trouble eases for them soon.
Also the Cohens are in town; don't know if they are staying, but they drove across country in a motorhome, and they are staying with Audrey and her family. It is good to see Rebekkah Cohen again. Yet it is heartbreaking to see her being a quadriplegic; last time I saw her she was running around, being a normal little kid (or as normal as can be). It is enough to make me cry. Now she is in a wheelchair, and she is learning to move her limbs again. She will no doubt continue rehab.
Something is giong on with Rebekkah, I can tell: she seems quiet, distant somehow. I wish I knew of something I could do to help her. I will have to invite her to our church come Sunday, maybe her whole family; I bet Pastor Bilkey would be glad to see them again.
Maybe I can even invite Rick, Audrey and their family; we always enjoy visitors when they come to our church!
Sunday is Mother's Day; we are taking Mamma to lunch at Fire Mountain (only she doesn't know it yet). I also got her a pair of new diamond earrings, and the kids got her something special too (they chipped in some money and got her a plaque stating of how wonderful a mother she is to them).
If I know my Louie, I know she will cry; she always does! She is so emotional; she can see a touching commercial on tv or watch a show like "Extreme Home Makeover", and the tears will soon start. She can see the ending of "The Wizard Of Oz", where Dorothy says goodbye to her friends or when she tells her family, "Oh, Auntie Em, it's so good to be home!", and it isn't long before she is crying freely. (I get lumpy eyed, too, only I try to hide my tears from her.)
Well, gang, I am going to get ready to go to work: work today from 10:30 to 4:30; it's my short day. I work again tomorrow and Saturday, from 10 a.m. to 7 p.m. and then am off Sunday. Louie is off until Monday; she'll then return to her usual schedule (6 a.m. to 2:30 p.m.)--that is, unless she has to do a double or stay later than planned; that sometimes happens. Until next time, take care, and God bless! Will write in here again soon!
Enjoyed this one very much, I love how you include various characters in different stories, and how you take bits and pieces of reality, such as the storms, it makes the story all the more realistic. Enjoyed!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
You capture Bill well, keep it up and be blessed
God Bless
Michelle~
Reviewed by d. k
5/10/2007
Love hearing from Bill. He is such a caring, thoughtful and insightful character. With all the children he has he still manages to be perseptive of others like Rebekah. What a wonderful Jouranl writing! Great Work!
Another interesting write, Karen. One of the things about your writings is that you put lots of people in them---and you've included some in more than one story. It must be tricky keeping up with them all. When I read your stories they sound so realistic, I have to remind myself that they are fiction.
It seems that you live a whole lot of lives, Karen; and you have the gift of sharing the experiences in each one. As well, it is "neat" how you include actual events. Merci mon amie. Amour et paix,
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