Well Friday started out much like every morning with a 5'ish rollout to my routines that begin with some quiet moments to honor my lord, Jesus after posting this ramble, and to lift up several by name for comfort and healing, all seem to be holding. My in laws on Nancy's side of the family are holding as of this post but with Dianne in the hospital in Michigan and her husband Eric on meds for some infection. They need prayers for healing.
I headed out to the Rec for close to two hours of pickle ball play with mainly good players except for a couple who are still learning the game, so I was helping them with pointers which I really enjoy doing and seeing them get so much better with the game. I use to teach tennis for years and love helping newbies get better especially with this sport which is so much easier on your body, oh well. I left around 9'ish and made a stop at the library for a couple new reads before pedaling home on my bike. I'm back to riding it to the Rec now that's getting light outside when I leave from home. Drivers here for some reason just don't pay enough attention to vehicles let alone to bike riders especially in the dark.
I came home and had a bite of brunch with some avocado on sour dough toast, thanks to LeAnn my Canadian pickle ball friend, I drizzled it with some olive oil and cracked pepper along with a hard boiled egg and a sliced garden fresh 'mater, yeow now that was some fine eatin'. I headed out to work in the gardens doing some watering, weeding and harvesting of greens and tomato's for neighbors both Carol next door and my new friend across the street Tom, who saved me tons of bucks on my house insurance. I also harvested my first batch of carrots and they were just beautiful in size and color. The grands are coming today to bake cookies with Nancy and they love fresh carrots plus we will glaze some for our Easter supper on Sunday evening when we have family in for a big meal.
I read the afternoon away after a lunch of a fresh garden salad starting a new read which is a true story on the death of a young female mill worker back in the 1800's. It very interesting and one of the first beginnings of a female writer in that period reporting on crime and another writer reporting on that writer. It's very interesting to say the least and it leaves you with many questions on was it a murder or suicide. The book is titled THE SINNERS ALL BOW by Kate Dawson. Anyhow I'm about half way through it and its shares lots of history from the era and that part of the country that was booming with the age of manufacturing and the independence of the youths coming from that period where we saw traditional life changing. Some for the better or for the worst depending on your ideas of living and for folks who were experiencing a change in the mores of society and with religion.
We had a frozen pizza for our supper as we were attending a Good Friday service at our local church and it was packed with Believers as are we and the service was very solemn to say the least as we gathered to remember what our lord, Jesus went through for the sins of mankind brought on by the fall in the garden of Eden. Now on Sunday there will be a celebration when we observe the risen Jesus who had over come death and gives us a chance to receive Him as our savior which will over come death for eternity for those who have the faith. The older we get and closer to those final days make you more aware of this blessing that Jesus suffered for our being right with GOD when we draw our last breath. That is our hope and that comes from the grace GOD gave us in this man called Jesus, but we have to except this gift by calling on Him. Sounds simple and with it comes great blessings in life as this changes you and your outlook which is not always a bed of roses.
We got back to the house after dropping off neighbors Dan and Carol and I soon hit the shower and was watching some ALONE on the TV until lights out at 10'ish. This evening we head to son Bobby house to celebrate Easter with him and his family as he doesn't have the big kids tomorrow as its their mothers turn to have them, LATER
