The weekends are not long enough. I feel normal, my old self, two days a week. This is the way life should be. Me, at home, at peace, no schedule except my own. I assume that is because I was not a working mom. I was blessed to be able to be a stay at home mom. Now I am having to work, thankfully just seven to three, five days a week, with the weekend off. I need to just keep counting my blessings.

I have a great recipe for anyone who loves spinach, mustard greens or turnip greens, cooked greens of any kind. It is called "green gumbo" and it is fantastic. I spent the day with my sister yesterday and we cooked it for the first time. I couldn't get enough of this delicious gumbo. I will be fixing it a lot.

Wednesday is my laundry day. This past wednesday as I was taking the clothes from the dryer, I noticed a few spots on a pair of pants I was folding. I couldn't bring to mind what might have caused it, but I shrugged it off 'cause it was an old pair of everyday pants. Then I pulled a blouse out and noticed spots on the front of it. Now I was beginning to worry. Everything I pulled from the dryer had what looked liked oily stains and colored spots. My good clothes that I wore to work, ruined. I couldn't figure out what in the world happened to my laundry. I turned the washer back on and added a generous amount of detergent and shoved all the clothes back into the machine. As I was doing this, I found an empty tube of tinted blistex. That is when I remembered using the blistex at work and putting it in my pants pocket. I forgot about it and it ended up in with my load of clothes. I did a google search while the load of clothes soaked. Of course I read "don't dry the clothes" but I had already done that. One web site recommended using "spray and wash" so I bought that and it worked. I am a firm believer in "spray and wash" now.

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Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against an ungodly nation: O deliver me from the deceitful and unjust man. For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? O send out thy light and thy truth: let them lead me; let them bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy tabernacles. Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding joy: yea, upon the harp will I praise thee, O God my God. Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
Psalm 43