Thursday, December 17, 2020

Unexpected mail...

 I have orders coming, and knew the mail was bringing two packages today.   I finally figured what one of them was but the other tracking number did not match any of my order numbers.  Crazy me, I was trying to think what was I forgetting.

So this afternoon, the mail came...and look what the 'Unknown' package was:


It was this devotional by Susan Young.  From 'the lady who used to write my paycheck.'  That is a sort of joke.  Oh, she did write the paycheck.  But I always said that to her husband when he was trying to get me to take 'sides' with him over something.  I always told him I would always choose the person who wrote my paycheck.  Not the exact words...that has been so long ago and so much has happened since, that I don't remember exactly how I said.  

I opened it up and half read first that it was from her, to me, then I scanned the introduction.  And looked at the first page (January 1) and what should be the first verse:


What a verse to start the new year with. 

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 We had so much fun at work...I wonder how many people think of their bosses with such love and fondness.  I seriously doubt there is a week goes by that I don't think of them.  Sometimes daily.  There was love and caring as well as there were funny things that happened.  It is the only place I ever had a stomach ache from laughing so hard.

When it was just me there,  lots of times they would tell of their life when young.  I would give anything if I had came home and written down the stories I heard there.  Mrs. D was raised by her grandparents, and Mr. D's mom and dad had a boarding house and restaurant.  I remember  lots of bits and pieces, but it is not like hearing them talk about them.

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I will leave you with a recent photo my daughter sent me of the pup and Delta.


He is growing like a weed.  How they both fit on the couch is more than I know.  Delta is a big dog...I think she weighs aroud 90 lbs.  I forget what Copper weighs.  But though he is skinny, he is not little.   I get tickled every time I look at this photo.