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Name: Abitha
Gender: Female
Interests: Reading, classical music, counseling, laughing, good long talks about interesting subjects, words and language, volleyball, snow, singing under Urie, teasing my cat, taking Elijah classes, hangin' with my homies, making friends, staying home with my family, relaxing in a cozy chair, long walks(including along empty beaches), sketching, enjoying a nice cup of tea,
Expertise: Do I have one?
Occupation: Just a thinker.
Industry: Um. Somewhere?
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Member Since:
6/8/2006
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| I have a lot of thoughts going through my head right now. As this is a place for my thoughts to take form, this shall be a spew session. Mortal, Prepare Thyself!
It seems that many people live by the maxim "What one does not understand should be feared, and what one cannot understand should be ignored." .... Ignored, or maybe rejected. Not sure which one. Maybe both! It takes very brave people to admit they don't understand something, but then to pursue understanding of the something rather than trying to extinguish it.
One thought, perhaps overriding some others right now, is about people. People are people, no matter who they are, or what they have done, or what they have become. God created them, made them someone special, and loves them, desires a relationship with them. He wants, yearns, for them to be at peace with Him, to know Him and let Him fill the hole in their life that just can't be filled with anything else. I don't care who it is, or what they have done, or what they have become, each and every person is missing something until they know God.
Beyond that, the world is full of hurting people. People who feel alone, and that there is no one who cares. Don't believe me? Just go out and strike up a conversation with a local store owner, or the librarian, or any of the members of your church. Rather than bring your own ideas and stories to the conversation. Ask about their day, their family, jobs, pets, problems...their hopes and dreams. Ask questions and listen. Don't bring the conversation back to yourself. Be interested in them. When a person sees that you take the time to listen, they know you care. What the world needs is more listeners, more people who care, who will take time out of their schedule and life to be interested in others. Chances are, the first person you listen to probably hasn't been listened to in quite a while. Tragically, that "while" is often years.
I haven't thought about this enough. That is why it is so disjointed. Maybe I'll continue one of the trains of thought. Maybe not. It all depends on the bunnies...
Deo Gratias, My Friends
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| She was talking about a neighbor who used to freeze summer fruits and veggies.
She said: "She had two ice cream freezers *gestures back and forth* y'know... the kind they put ice cream in."
Mm-hmm. That kind. I always get those confused with the ones they put Lear jets in.
Later...
She said: "I'd better take it easy with this drinking!"
I'm just wondering what she's drinking! That totally explains why she feels so draggy in the mornings!
I know she doesn't mean what she says. But it really is very funny sometimes! 
So, not that funny today, but that's okay; you get to read it anyway!
Deo Gratias, my friends.
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| You know how people make fun of fishermen for exaggerating the size of "the One that Got Away?" Yeah... well, Mz. Jay isn't a fisherman, but today I experienced some amusement at her exaggeration!
We were speaking of Halloween, since it is That Time of Year.
She said: This year, I'm not going to answer the door for trick-or-treaters... Well, we don't have very many children in this neighborhood anyway. But one year, I opened the door and there was this older kid there who... and he wasn't in costume either! So I don't think I will this year.
20 minutes later...
She said: We don't have very many children around this neighborhood anymore... Although there was one time that I opened the door and instead of children, there were a couple older kids... they weren't even in costume! So I don't think I'll answer the door this year...
30 minutes later...
She said: Well, one time, I answered the door and there was a group of older kids...not even in costume! And they weren't from this area! I didn't know who they were. So I don't think I'll answer the door this year.
As I was walking out the door (seriously!)...
She said: Well, this year-today is the trick-or-treat day, right? Yeah, well I don't think I'll answer the door, cause a few years ago, there was a gang that was going around our neighborhood, and uh... They were all older kids who didn't have any business asking for candy!
No, in all honesty, give or take 5 minutes. I timed it. I wonder how much intimidating the group would have gotten if I had stayed longer... Could be that eventually it would have become a biker gang. Well, maybe not.
The joys of quirkiness and eccentricity...
Deo Gratias, my friends!
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| While listening to a certain person ramble today....
"I started on the needle while I was young!"
(Exactly which needle was that? Opium? Marijuana? Ohhh. Sewing! Common mistake.)
"I grew up in what we called the Depression; I'm sure you've never heard of that."
(You're so right! I grew up with my head in the ocean: all I heard about was the Expression of whale song.)
"A century ago, we didn't have things like that!"
(It's "The New Math!" 94 = 100!)
Okay, so maybe what popped into my head were pretty sarcastic responses. But give me some credit here: I didn't actually say what I was thinking. Of course, the duct tape over my mouth might have had something to do with it. I can still nod and say, "Mmm-hmm" just as well with it on.
I hope I'm as amusing when I get old and funny. I'll talk about when we still had to actually drive our own cars, and make references to "young whippersnappers." I'll clack my teeth at small children and dogs, and coo at babies and young men. I'll go racing in my wheelchair and menace the old men with my walker. I'll serve beans at my luncheon and get whoopee cushions to put on stuffy people's chairs! In short, I'll be a terror in my second childhood!
Oh my. May I never stop having fun and causing other people to laugh at my ridiculousness.
Deo Gratias, my friends.
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| For the past few weeks, have been working for a dear little old lady, Mz. Jay. I go to her house for three hours (4 days a week) to keep her company, do laundry, a little cleaning.... whatever needs to be done. Now, Mz. Jay is 94 years old, but is still spry and in very good health, considering her age. However, she has degenerative macular disease, and so is getting rather blindish. She can still see shapes and colors, but not details. If she sets down her glasses and forgets where they are, she would have a time finding them again. But she can see ants on a white counter. I think it has something to do with the contrast. Anyway. She also suffers from short-term memory loss. This makes life very interesting.
The first few weeks that I was there, the conversations would get stuck in loops. She would tell me about her childhood, and how her mother used to make rolls, "...yeast rolls! And she would spend all day baking them. The kitchen would be *chucklechuckle* covered in pans with these yeast rolls rising!" And she would tell me the filling, "...sugar, butter, crushed nuts, and maybe some cinnamon..." and how her mother would roll them up, then place them in pans, and "...the kitchen would be *chucklechuckle* covered in pans with the rolls rising!" From there she would hint that "many of the church families had variations on the same recipe," only to come back to "Now my mother's filling was nuts, butter, sugar and a little bit of spices." From there moving on to her mother making a "huge pot of soup for us to eat on days when she would bake because the kitchen would be *chucklechuckle* covered in pans with those yeast rolls rising!"
I kid you not.
Oh, she is a dear lady. And she remembers so much from her life long ago. Stories of the depression, the war, Before Telephones, when she lived in Pittsburgh as a little girl... all kinds of interesting stories. It just takes a little bit of patience to wait for a new story in the midst of all the ones I've heard 4 or 5 times.
Subject Shift:
Today, I washed up all the dishes, put away the lunch food, and had the kitchen generally clean. I walked into the family room and said, "Okay! I just finished washing the dishes and putting the food away, so you're good to go!" Mz. Jay replied, "Oh that's great! Now, before I forget, will you please make sure that you *very precise speaking to make sure I understand* rinse all the dirty dishes. You don't have to wash them, just a quick rinse."  
Oh what to do!
The other day, she changed subjects three times in one sentence! She started with "I think big families had it easier back then, because they could eat good wholesome food and um..........I um.....I got a job right out of college...because I HAD to you know... and I-.......um.....but I've always had good teeth!"
Bless her heart!
The only thing to do is laugh and shrug and move on and wait for the next exciting thing to happen! She is a very unique and sweet little lady, even though she does try my patience at times. 
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