Good news & bad news !!

The silence was broken at about 9:15 this morning. I hadn’t seen or heard from “Mr. Red” all week. He called to tell me he was incapacitated by Covid but is “on the mend.”  Like most of the population, “Mr. Red” is vaccinated and boosted. We didn’t talk very long because his coughs sounded terrible. I felt pain as I listened to his coughs.  ~~ I’ve been praying… because it is strange for days to go by without a visit or phone call from “Mr. Red.” I knew something had happened. I was asked if I’d been “climbing trees” and I could honestly say “no.” I told him I’d spent a lot of time “gliding” in my easy chair. (“Glider” is better than a “rocker”!) To answer his question: “No, I don’t have Covid.”

Too hot to trot !!

“Too hot to trot”  and “in pain Lorraine.” Just a quick message to say I have the symptoms of a heart attack or pericarditis. I’ve checked the Internet for information. I’ve been praying to “The Great Physician” (my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ) for healing. The reader will shout at the computer, as tho talking to Lorraine, “Go to the Doctor.”  Well, that isn’t a solution when the thermometer reads 112 and the heat index adds another five to ten degrees. From the computer, I’ll walk back to my easy chair, wrap up in a light-weight blanket and wait for my healing. I blame this experience on the Coronavirus: Too little exercise, too much sitting. I don’t think I have the Coronavirus; I’m experiencing the aftermath of two years of isolation.

Climbing the family tree became emotional

Here is the comment I attached to a record in my family tree:

Confession: This researcher was in tears as she created the collage of compiled information. She had entertained the thought that David died prior to 1860. “Death” would explain the reason his young sons went to live with cousins. Now the question: Why didn’t he take the children into the second marriage?

After several days of thorough research, I had to accept the mixture of information and conclude that David had remarried…  I became emotionally involved with the Arnett family and (#1) felt sorry for the sons, and (#2) admired the cousins who provided a home for the boys. After four days of researching this family, I think I’ve discovered all the existing information and it is time to walk away.