What's That Smell?

 Last Tuesday, there was a strange odor coming from the basement. That's where the gas water heater and the furnace are located.  I remembered that something that smells like rotten eggs is added to the gas that comes into homes so residents can smell a gas leak, which can be deadly. I wasn't certain that was the smell, but I called the gas and electric company, followed the instructions given (open some windows, don't use electrical appliances, etc.). I waited for the technician. Suddenly, a rush of anxiety crept into my spirit, so I thought about these two scriptures, went into prayer, and my spirit settled. The technician did a thorough check. It wasn't a gas leak. The source of the smell is a post for another day😊.

🙏I'm in awe of the power of prayer.🙏   

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Those Broken Boot Moments

This is my broken boot. I tried to put it on in a hurry because I needed to go somewhere on a snowy day. The sole suddenly separated from the bottom! I had to search for other footwear to wear outside. This wasn't in my plan so it held me up a bit. I have  time issues. I don't like to be late. God is working on me with this, so I'm better than I used to be😊. I took a breath, and then I had a laugh at my situation. 

 Life sometimes gives you a "Broken Boot" moment. You don't see it coming and you think you don't have time for it because you have other things to do and it slows you down. When that moment appears, try a deep breath, a prayer, some laughter. Don't allow a "Broken Boot" moment to set a negative tone for your day.

Smiles from Sylvia,

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Making that Drink in Mom's Kitchen

 One of Mom's adult grandchildren recently told her that he clearly remembered this designated green pitcher and pink cup from her kitchen long ago. He  remembered how she taught him to measure out the sugar and the water to put in the pitcher and stir so the drink would taste just right. What a precious memory that most of Mom's grandchildren likely share! In fact, even Mom's adult-plus children can tell you about a designated pitcher and cup for this drink from when we were growing up. We all spent our young years watching and learning from Mom in the kitchen. I won't print the name of this tasty drink that came in powder form in a packet and required one to mix it in water and add sugar, but I will say my favorite flavor was the red one. 

Smiles from Sylvia!

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My Cell Phone Died

"Goodbye, old friend."

I was late to the party when it came to getting a cell phone, but once I got the hang of it, I saw the need for one. I've had at least five of them over the years, but I don't like to switch from one cell phone to another. After sending me several notifications that she was ill, my five year-old cell phone died yesterday, so I got a new one. Buying a newer version of Samsung was the easy part. Figuring out how to switch the data from my old Samsung was not as easy for me, but that was because I had an attitude about the process and the necessity of it. Plus, I had gotten so used to the old phone that I could use some apps without paying much attention. I knew where everything was. The letters and numbers on the old one were bigger. All my settings were just where I like them. The old one fit perfectly in my hand. 

Well, as they say, "I'll go get some cheese to go along with this WHINE😀!" In a few weeks, I'm sure the new one and I will be getting along quite well.

Smiles from Sylvia😊

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Sylvia Brown Roberts talking about her book Behind Closed Doors

My Dad's Basement Shelves

 

A few days ago, Mom asked me to replace a screw in her mailbox door. I looked around on the ground near the curbside mailbox for the screw and the screw nut, but couldn't find them. Mom reminded me of Dad's shelves in the basement, where he diligently organized his stuff. He could fix just about anything. He was neat with his basement stuff and always put stuff  back where he could find it. He could describe exactly the place in the basement where I could find whatever he stored. This is a pic of one of the shelves. I became nostalgic as I picked through Dad's old jelly jars. I could almost hear him say in a soft voice, "Not that one, Sis. The screws in that jar are too small for this job."  I smiled. Dad went to glory in 1999, but I can still remember the gentleness in his tone when he taught me life skills. I found the screw and the screw nut and fixed the mailbox door. Thanks, Dad.

Sylvia

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Try Not To Get It In Too Fast!

 I thought I still had it all going on like in this video, but this week my body reminded me that pulled muscles aren't as forgiving in the 6th decade of life as they were in the 3rd decade of life. A little rest and lots of ointment will put this author back in the game. LOL!

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