Man, man, what a fool;
When it's hot he wants it cool.
When it's cool he wants it hot.
Always wants what he hasn't got.
My childhood came with a bonus grandma. She was my grandma's sister, and they lived on the same small piece of land-- one in a little house, and the other in a trailer. The bonus grandma who lived in the trailer we called Mim Mim. It worked out great when my little sister and I came to visit. We each got our own personal grandma. I got the regular one, since I came first. My younger sister got Mim Mim. We were each especially close to our own personal grandma.
Mim Mim's husband had died before I was born. But I never knew her to not have a boyfriend. I don't know what she had going on. Clearly, something. She never broke up with them. They would beg her to marry them. She would refuse. Then they would die. And next thing you knew, somehow the process would repeat itself. Mim Mim lived to be ninety-four. Then she finall...
Paul and Silas were preachers, not too long after Jesus had been resurrected and gone back to heaven. (He went to prepare a place for us!) Paul was an apostle, and Silas is called a faithful brother.
Paul had gotten saved in a most unusual way. God can get your attention if He needs to. His name was Saul, and he was a very mean hater of Christians. He killed them every chance he got. Now, I've learned that if someone hates Christians, it's not really about people at all for them. It's about Jesus. They hate Him!
So, Saul hated Jesus. And you know I don't use that word lightly. One day he was traveling from Jerusalem to Damascus on a mission to 'get' more Christians (he had been "breathing out threatenings"!), when "suddenly there shined round about him a light from heaven: And he fell to the earth, and heard a voice saying unto him, Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou me? And he said, Who art thou, Lord? And the Lord said, I am Jesus whom thou persecu...
I sit here doing a most unusual thing. I am chewing the fat. No, I'm not talking to anyone. No juicy gossip is being shared. I am all alone except for the puppy. But I'm chewing the fat. Literally.
A couple of years ago, as I made multiple trips from Maryland to Florida and back again, I discovered an amazing restaurant. At least it is to me.
Thunderbird Country Buffet. It sits right on 95 in Florence, South Carolina. I remember because that was my sweet grandma's name. Florence. It's attached to a very rundown motel. They call it an inn. I have no desire to stay there. Ever! I'll admit, I'm a bit of a motel snob. I have lobster taste on a hot dog budget, lol.
The restaurant is not much better, aesthetically. Reviews often call it dirty. I think that if it were perfectly clean, it would still look dirty and grungy. It needs a remodel. Badly.