I see where someone else was talking in their column last week about a nasty stomach bug that came and went. Well, I certainly had a nasty stomach something that came and stayed and I still have to be careful what I eat after three weeks of the thing. I missed several meetings at church, which is not my usual thing; I especially like to be there for the teachings on prophecy and I missed two of them. The problem is I can handle the stomach problems but when I have those usually a bout of dizziness comes with it and the dizziness I cannot handle. My husband, John, always said he didn't know why since I had been a dizzy blonde all my life, but that was just him trying to be funny. It wasn't so funny when he got it but that's another story. Anyhow, hopefully this latest one is a thing of the past and I can get back into the swing of things.
That being said, I am sort of out of the loop when it comes to things going on in town, but I do know that Crystal Lake has gone on a retreat with her sister-in-law and doesn't plan to be back before Monday. It is a good thing that Al is a great cook so I am sure he won't mind being on his own for a few days.
Thank God my flea problem seems to be a thing of the past but you had better be sure I will make sure Chloe gets her treatments on time from now on. Too bad they don't have such stuff for humans. Ginny Hunt gave me a flea trap that works very well but it is disconcerting to find out just how many of the things are hopping around happily on the floor. I would have thought my ankles would have been bitten, which would alert me to the problem, but they never did. This trap is supposed to call them from as far away as thirty feet but if it works within ten feet I will be happy. Anyhow there are plenty on the sticky paper so it is doing its job.
For those who knew Don Smith when he he was pastor of the Nazarene Church in Bethel, he is recuperating well from stomach cancer surgery and they only had to take half his stomach which is certainly better than having to take it all which was his first prognosis.
My daughter, Marcia Smith, and her husband, Jon, celebrated their 33rd wedding anniversary, Sept. 17. Where do the years go?!
Looks like this is all for this week as my deadline looms. Have a great week everyone and God bless.