Tupperware

Tonight is my Tupperware party. It's at 7pm and I'm making a 3 course meal in 30 minutes in the microwave. Also an orange soda cake with orange glaze in the microwave in 8 minutes. Some have been asking me what I'm making and I will now reveal. We will be having Fiesta Corn, Chili Con Carne, and Spanish Rice. I guess tonight's meal will be of a Latin flare. That was completely unintentional, but I am Cuban remember lol. I will also have chips & dip and crackers. And I think I'll throw on a pot of peppermint coffee just for fun. It's cool today so why not! Ha as if I need an excuse for coffee!! Have a great day and see ya tonight!

Shelly

From Pastor Hersch:
Last week, I was in Minnesota visiting my parents. My father lives in a place called ‘The Homestead.’ My mother, who fell and broke her hip and is confined to a wheelchair, lives in a nursing home.

Please read the following and ponder……



Crabby Old Person

What do you see people? . . . .. . What do you see?

What are you thinking .. . . . . When you're looking at me?

A crabby old person .. . . . . Not very wise,

Uncertain of habit . . . . . With faraway eyes?

Who dribbles their food . . . . . And makes no reply.

When you say in a loud voice . . . . . 'I do wish you'd try!'

Who seems not to notice . . . . . The things that you do.

And forever is losing .. . . . . A sock or shoe?



Who, resisting or not .. . . . . Lets you do as you will,

With bathing and feeding . . . . . The long day to fill?

Is that what you're thinking? . . . . . Is that what you see?

Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . You're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am.. . .. . . . As I sit here so still,

As I do at your bidding, . . . . . As I eat at your will.

I'm a small child of Ten . . . . With a father and mother,

Brothers and sisters . . . . . Who love one another.



A young child of Sixteen . . . . With wings on my feet.

Dreaming that soon now . . . . . A lover I'll meet.

A groom soon at Twenty . . . . . My heart gives a leap.

Remembering, the vows .. . . . . That I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now . .. . . . I have young of my own.

Who need me to guide . . . . . And a secure happy home.

Older at Thirty . .. . . . My young now grown fast,

Bound to each other . .. . . . With ties that should last.



At Forty, my children. . . . . Have grown and are gone,

But my mate is beside me . . . . . To see I don't mourn.

At Fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee,

Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me .. . . . . My spouse is now dead.

I look at the future . . . . . Shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing . . . . . Young of their own.

And I think of the years . . . . . And the love that I've known.

I'm now an old person ... . . . . And nature is cruel.

Tis jest to make old age . . . .. . Look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles .. . . . . Grace and vigor, depart.

There is now a stone . .. . . Where I once had a heart.



But inside this old carcass . . . . . A young one still dwells,

And now and again . . .. . . My battered heart swells.

I remember the joys . .. . . . I remember the pain.

And I'm loving and living . . . . . Life over again.

I think of the years, all too few . . . . . Gone too fast.

And accept the stark fact . . . . That nothing can last.

So open your eyes, people . . . . . Open and see.

Not a crabby old person . . . Look closer . . . See ME!!



Pastor Hersch