Here's a great little prayer from the Bible:
Proverbs 30:8-9
New King James Version (NKJV)
8 Remove falsehood and lies far from me;
Give me neither poverty nor riches—
Feed me with the food allotted to me;
9 Lest I be full and deny You,
And say, “Who is the LORD?”
Or lest I be poor and steal,
And profane the name of my God.
I try to live that. Some issues, Ron has asked me to keep quiet, so I will. I'm not much on obedience but I'll respect his wishes. God always provides.
Today was interesting. I had two broken pairs of glasses. Not fun.
One pair had a break right in the nose, separating it into two halves. The second had a corroded arm, and it was catching in my hair and pulling it - it was also about to fall off.
Yes, I wear things until they wear out. I could see, but not for long.
I raided my small emergency fund and put one pair in a case, for transport (wore the others - I should mention I have to wear my glasses at all times). Ron made a trip to a Starbucks.
We rode there, had coffee together, and he went home alone. I, having had a lovely date with my husband, went to the Dollar Store. I needed some things.
I got them, and found some awesome photo stickers featuring a black cat. The cat looks exactly like my Bubba. It is so cool. For $1, I'll take them. The stickers included some pumpkin/jack'o'lantern stickers I'll hand out to the kids.
I got some driver candy; I wanted gum, I have it. Sour gum. Gumballs. Regular bubble gum. At a dollar a bag, I can't beat that.
I made a trip and checked on our other vending machine, which needs stocking. I called Ron and told him.
Then I went to the eyeglass repairman. He had a look a the patients, as I blinked at everything, trying to push up the glasses that weren't on my nose. He gave me a sympathetic smile and quoted me something I could live with. I paid him and sat down.
I talked to my aunt (I could just make out her speed dial on the cell phone). We chatted.
Since he had two repairs, he took a little while, but he did a great job. Both pairs look brand new. It is very important, since I am so dependent on my glasses, to have a good backup pair. I couldn't afford a new pair for weeks if something happened.
I do plan to start saving for new "eyes". At any rate, the "new" glasses looked great. I have a warranty, too. I was pretty broke but I gave him some candy. He was happy!
I had really good bus transfers to get to my next stop. I went to the craft store and looked around; didn't buy anything - or want to. Ron and I met, we came home.
I took a nap, I was pretty wiped out. Then I got up and did the online accounting report.
Tomorrow I have to get up at 4.
It was funny, though. I was riding a bus today. It is a very popular route, and in my opinion they could double the runs. Everytime I get on the bus is packed.
It runs through a pretty decent part of town; the nice areas are off the bus line. In fact, in Houston "they" say "If it's near a bus line, it's a bad neighborhood". I think that is stupid.
I love my bus route. Today, though, I was on a different one.
I tend to ride in a few different categories of bus: the ghetto buses, in the really bad areas. The moderate buses, that run through the bad areas, and nice ones, too. I was riding on the latter bus today.
As I looked around at the other passengers, I saw a guy with a tablet computer. A guy who looked like a gang member texting. At least one laptop bag. Someone else watching a video on their cell phone. Everyone had nice cell phones with slide out keyboards or touch screens. Nearly everyone had headphones, indicating an MP3 player somewhere in the mix.
As I watched them (quick glances, I don't stare), I thought, "In a lot of countries, these people would be the rich. In America, we see them as poor because they don't have a car. They don't have a car, but they have technology, every one of them.
Myself included. I have a nice little phone that gets email and does Facebook. It doesn't like Blogger but that's OK. It takes photos. I have an MP3 player.
We may have some struggles, but we are doing alright.
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