Basking once more in the sun...

....while yet in my rooms! The sun is simply beaming in on me, making me squint ever so slightly against the glare. I must be careful to not add to the "sunbursts" around my eyes, which were nicely pointed out to me by Justin. I told you that I prefer them being called sunbursts, he claims I smile too much at the pool, than to refer to the medical term of "crow's feet"! Laugh lines are the more preferable description. Justin would also like for me to take my laptop to the pool area so I can write from there but the battery is not sufficient to support operating the machine at any length. One option would be to plug in while in the cabana but then I would be out of touch, so to speak, with the "live" world....

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He also thinks he figured out why I get the pink warning box when I am on Facebook. His theory is that Facebook thinks I am a computer, answering people's updates or status' things at random. Justin said, "Most people just put in their two cents' worth, but you put in a buck fifty!!". Thanks, Justin!

*Sitting in the chair, strangely enough, is Timmy, in one his camp shirt and short outfits made by Grandma K. Facing the camera is Rachel, looking like a little angel. Julie Harris is watching over the VBS kids while June Hanvey digs in the cabinet for supplies.

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On the subject of the "live" world, I was contacted on Facebook by a former member of Good Shepherd, the daughter of my friend, Judy H., who moved to Knoxville a few years ago. Rachel has a special place in my heart, being a Sunday school classmate of Timmy's. When Timmy died, we had a visitation period before the funeral service started at the church. Rachel came up to where I was sitting, and simply buried her face in my lap, as her mom stood to the side. After a moment, I looked up at Judy and she had the look of "what should I do?" and I motioned to just leave her. Rachel could stay as long as she needed to. She was a bit older than Timmy and felt the loss quite strongly, and expressed it as only a child can. No wait, I take that back.....when Cindy S. finally allowed herself to come to the house, she, too, buried her face in my lap.....