Photo by Cagatay Orhan on Unsplash It isn’t often I get the chance to just walk, you know, for pleasure. It seems there’s always an agenda, either mine or someone else's. But today being Friday, the judges gave us a half day off to do Christmas shopping. Mine is already done, so I felt like doing something just … Continue reading Footsteps
Author: Alma Wallace Fenter
As far back as I can remember, I loved talking and telling my stories. One of my fondest memories is a squirrel hunting expedition with my grandfather when I was four years old. I chattered away, until he told me, "Baby Cricket, you've got to be quiet. The squirrels can hear you." I sat silent for about 30 seconds, then said, "Oh, PaPaw, let me talk." I still tell stories now; I just write them out instead of talking them out. Well, according to my husband, I still talk them out -- a lot. So many more things to write about since I was four years old. Marriage, children, homes, jobs, grandchildren, all kinds of people. I love people!
This morning, Alma sitting in bed feeling miserable and me watching her, the nurses walk into the room and hand me a mask. "Well, it's confirmed. She has the flu, and is now in isolation." For a week now, we've breathed the same air, but now I have to wear a mask to stay in … Continue reading Sixth Night…I Think
The whole situation is drastically different tonight than last night. I wish that were true of everyone's sickness. Good news is finally beginning to surface, and we give God the glory. Kidney function made a great leap forward in today's lab work. The liver is also doing fine. There were some abnormal numbers initially, but … Continue reading Fifth Night
Kate has her interest in Swing piqued by Jerry, who is excited to recruit a new friend to help Swing. The next morning, Jenny and Kate were sitting outside in their backyard, eating donuts and talking about Jenny’s date. “Oh, Bobby’s okay,” Jenny said. “A little too bookish for me, if you know what … Continue reading Swing, Episode 3
https://youtu.be/T0ip40j82ws Why is life so messy, why is pain a part of us? Alma is struggling still. Tonight, even though she is talking plainly, and moving her arms and legs, she is so miserable. It is almost 3 in the morning. An oxygen line is tight against her neck, draped around her ears, and going … Continue reading Fourth Night in Hospital
Alma Wallace Fenter 