DIRECTED AGAIN
I don’t look at the date when I place a thought ramble to publish. Often I have to laugh at not only the subject but the timing of the thought. I have to admit that DIRECTED was just such an occurrence. Not only is it my oldest daughters birthday, but it is Father’s Day as well. It is only with the advantage of age, and still keeping some of my memory that I can see that many, many years ago my mother was already involved in “helping” me with my life. I’m from Illinois, my husband from Maryland. We met in California were he was stationed and I was on vacation. I’m sure you can understand why the date I picked for DIRECTED made me laugh.
Wandering with Spirit often delights me. Chance encounters often help with my day, plans, or health. In Central Illinois we are at a lost. Although we often drive down, we are not familiar with the location of some needed items. Where do you get fishing licenses? Where do you buy bait for fishing? Both relevant questions when our grandchildren want to go fishing. We were at Homer Lake when I stopped to talk to a woman who was loading her car — no fish, she forgot her tackle box at home. She was able to direct me to a gas station that sold fishing worms.
My husband and I were at our daughter’s house, watching her kids while she attended a writing workshop. Although she tried to stock the house with the food we would need, we ran out of some necessary options. Talking to the clerk while she packed my purchases, I learned her son has picked the winner of the Kentucky Derby many years in a row. She doesn’t bet on the horse, she doesn’t want to jinx him. She would like to treat him to a race but the tickets are VERY expensive.
We planned to go to horse country — my granddaughter’s favorite place. I will admit that I enjoy many of the stores that are down there. In the spring, there are colts — I like to watch them play. I like to watch the horses as they run down the road, pulling the buggy’s or wagons. I guess like the woman in the store, I have always liked horses. Just never been able to own one myself.
We had only been in Central Illinois one day when I got THREE mosquito bites. One on my check, another on my ankle and a third on my eye brow. I went to the store and bought OFF but I must admit that I don’t like to use it. We were at Beeches, a store in Arthur, when I overheard a woman speaking about a mosquito repellant that was natural and worked. I haven’t tried it yet but I bought the ingredients. Combine lemon grass oil and witch hazel in a spray bottle, spray on and rub in. Hopefully it will work.
My stomach had been upset. We had just returned from Texas, I was tired when I packed — that is the excuse I’m using for all the stuff that hasn’t made this trip — I forgot to bring my tea. I brought a fresh box of Detox and Joint Comfort BUT I forgot to bring the selection that I turn to for various body ills. At the health food store I bought two boxes of chamomile mint — one to leave at my daughter’s and one to take home. At the check out counter, a woman had a bag that was orange, looked like carrots but not quite. It was dried papaya chunks, she uses it for tummy upsets — a bag came home with me also. They also had children’s chewable magnesium — it might help my granddaughter’s headaches.
Wandering With Spirit 