Oooh, my feet hurt!

Harvest time.  Tomato, two ears of corn.  Also a good cup of beans.  I ate them for dinner! 

I had a very busy day.  I got up around 8:30, did my God Time, talked to Ron, shower, all that good stuff.  I headed out the door and went to the grocery store. 

The handyman is coming tomorrow, and I wanted to get him a treat.  The kitchen is a mess, so he probably wouldn't want anything I cooked, even if I used the oven.  I wouldn't due to the heat! 

So, I bought him some bakery-made cookies.  They had a nice variety, a couple each of several delicious looking cookies.  I also got him a 6-pack of Dr Pepper bottles. 

A good time to remind you, I'm on the bus.  I have to walk more than a block, less than a mile, each way to the bus stop, carrying whatever it is I have.  So I didn't get a whole lot. 

I did get more items for the disaster kit.  I don't think I'll use it; probably some scavenger after the rapture, but I felt like I should get them so I did.  When I added in the Diet Dr Pepper for me, I decided I had enough. 

In fact, it was AWFULLY heavy, so I brought it home and put it up.  Ron was surprised to see me. 

I'm happy to say, no suprises for me, either!  I have heard a lot of sad, sad, stories of people who went home early and the revelation destroyed their marriage.  Ron was out of bed and greeted me. 

I had a snack and headed out again; I'd done my "work", now I wanted some fun.  I was also mildly worried "Anonymous" would yell at me again if I only got groceries on my Day Out!  [grin]

I went to the Christian bookstore; they made it really clear they want to see me, if nothing else.  Happily, I did have some non-Bible business.  My adoptive Mom and my sister are each getting something for Mother's Day.  I got the items and some cards, looked around, ordered some more New Testaments, and yakked at them for a while. 

Now and then, I realize I have made an "inappropriate" remark by the way someone reacts.  Not sexually inappropriate, but "off".  I always want to beat myself up for a while afterwards, but remind myself God needed someone a little "off".  Normal wouldn't do half of what I do, and wouldn't even CONSIDER the other half! 

I, ah, stumbled, apparently when I remarked, if I were Catholic, I would put one of those prayer cards (maybe St Joseph) in the vending machine we call "The Beast".  [shrug]  They did the kind of glance at each other, raised eyebrows thing.  AGH. 

Which brings me to a gripe; people who call themselves "Evangelist".  [shrug]  People call me that, and I accept it, but I really think of myself as Heather, or if it's in regards to my faith God's child/servant.  Not very obedient at times!  [laugh]  I don't give myself a title; the Apostle Paul called himself a "Slave" of Jesus, and that's good enough for me. 

I don't want a title, other than "Mrs. Ron" - what I had to do to earn that Mrs!  A lot of trials, because I didn't have it, but I've covered that. 

If someone wants to give me a title, fine, but I don't want it.  If you ever find me on Facebook, it is Heather [lastname].  I don't want a fancy title.  I want God to tell me I was a good servant, when the time comes. 

If He spoke to me direct I would probably soil myself, take an antipsychotic, and call my doctor!  "Doc!  God just spoke to me!"  [snicker]

After that, I went to the Walmart, looking for my beloved $8 mix.  It is a huge bag of individually wrapped candy, for $8.  I didn't see a label on the display, which I find ominous.  I just bought a tshirt. 

[I am swaying from side to side, singing along with Theocracy]  Which brings me to yet another topic.  I sing along with my music.  I love my music.  I spend probably a few hours a day, every day Out, waiting on a bus - which is why I am often found, at the bus stop, singing along with my music.  I must be a sight.  I get the gape, and then the grin.  [shrug]  I'm out there in all kinds of weather, snow, ice, rain, thunderstorm - that was funny.  It was pouring rain and I looked like a huge yellow lemon in my poncho, dancing in place, doing my own rap-a-long with 116 Clique's "Fanatic" "I'm an F-A-N-A-T-I-C!  I rep Christ till I D-I-E!  I'm not extreme, I'm redeemed with faith, to serve a God that's extremely great!" 

All of a sudden, a nice older voice asked me if I'd like a ride.  An older lady heard me - saw me - and decided it was safe to give me a ride.  I accepted and rode up to my connector bus stop. 

So, I'll keep singing.  I have a lot to sing about; God's got my back.  My happiness should not be dependent on my circumstances; it should be dependent on my relationship with God.  If I'm close to Him, things are better. 

I was positively starving for some good God Time today.  I had skipped a few days.  Ugh.  God time makes me nicer.  I don't like the person I am when I skip. 

So, I went to the grocery store, and home, and out again.  Then the Christian bookstore, Walmart, and Starbucks.  It was a little later but they got my drink right.  I relaxed for a while (my feet were killing me, I had walked about 5 miles in some older shoes).  I had worn my old shoes because it might rain. 

After Starbucks I went to the bus stop and caught my connectors to go home.  I took out the trash and checked on the garden, found the corn was ripe, and a tomato.  Picked a nice bowl of various snap beans.  Cooked the corn briefly, gave Ron the "better' ear - I wanted his first experience with home-grown corn to be stellar.  He adored it and is licking his lips, waiting on the next one. 

I ate my ear, a tad starchy, but good.  Ate the tomato and beans, I will have some milk later and take my lithium.  I will always eat my vegetables if I grow them.  I had about 4 servings today. 

I pass a vacant lot near a bus stop.  It had lovely looking black raspberries.  I picked a few.  UGH.  The worst, ever.  I was so glad I had a couple of ripe strawberries in my garden to take the taste.  So, that's a fruit serving, too. 

Pretty good.  Now I have about an hour and a half before I need to go to bed. 

Tomorrow?  Work.  Was supposed to be off, but that's small business for you.