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Betty’s Week

By Betty Shearer

Think these short days are keeping folks in bed later. The traffic early Wednesday mornings is getting lighter and lighter. I made my delivery route in less than an hour again last week. When the long days get here in April, May and June it will take almost an hour and a half.  This week I’ll hit the shortest delivery day of my year.
After next Monday, the days will begin to lengthen by about a minute a day until June 21 or 22. Makes me happy—I like daylight. Was good to see a tableful of breakfast eaters out at Dunn’s Store, though.  I can attest though that the food is worth getting up for—eat a sausage and biscuit every week, which is my favorite morning meal of the week.
Mel and I visited B.T.C. for lunch on Wednesday. Enjoyed soup and cornbread, along with  my favorite sandwich, and delicious ice tea. This sandwich has been named for me because it’s what I always order—bologna, cucumbers, tomato, and onion, with mayo, on wheat bread. Was wonderful, as always.
Then on Thursday we had lunch from another of my favorite eating establishments, Larson’s Deli. Had veggies and cornbread. Mel had mac and cheese, which is the best, with it baked chicken and  pinto beans. I had dressing, green beans, cucumber salad and we enjoyed some delicious chocolate mint cookies for dessert. Their tea is also excellent and you get a quart.
I’d made a batch of chocolate/walnut fudge before breakfast Thursday morning. Then when I got home Thursday I whipped up a crockpot of Swedish meatballs.  Had planed to attend the Bridge Club Christmas Party. Loaded the van and arrived at the nursing home, and realized I’d failed to call Bo and ask him  to take over for me about 5:30.             Thought, no problem, I’ll just pay the day sitter to stay until I get home from the party. Found her rushing out to meet the cable guy at her house. Last plan was to feed Mom, put her to bed early, and just leave her along for a couple of hours. Normally food arrives a little before five. On Thursday it came at 5:30, so I was about 6:15 getting her fed. She’s usually ready for bed as soon as she eats. Not so Thursday. She told me it was too early to go to bed and she was sitting up a while longer.  Decided I was not supposed to attend that party and just watched Wheel of Fortune.
Next day, when Carolyn and Bo came by I was glad I’d forgotten to call him. He’d fallen twice on Thursday and completely wrecked an arm and was still in much pain. They came by to see if I needed anything. I did. In my hurry to get to Mom, I’d completely forgotten to fill my van. Gave Bo my keys and credit card and sent him to the corner station. As he exited the door he says, “What’s your zip code?” Told him, but wondered why he needed it. To use a card there, you have to punch in your zip code—learn something everyday.         The only reason I remembered not getting gas was there was a spoofy commercial advertising gas for $3.67.9 a gallon. Thought gas was not that high when I filled up.Then remembered that I’d not filled up—had been two weeks, but still knew that was not correct. On Wednesday we discussed the price of gas in the area and several in the office admitted to going to Batesville for gas. I bragged that I went to Batesville each week but was still loyal to my Water Valley stations. Then I had to buy gas in Batesville—sorry friends didn’t intend to.
Friday night a wonderful choir presented a Christmas cantata for residents of the nursing home. Mom’s room is just across the hall from the dining room,which doubles as the auditorium, so I just opened our door and enjoyed the presentation. Earlier in the day we’d been invited to attend, but Mom goes to bed so early and I knew that I’d not be able to attend. This was a musical that we’d presented several years ago at Woodland Hills and I really enjoyed it from our room because I could sing along. As in our own nursing home, Golden Living folks enjoy a lot of great music, devotionals, and other programs.
Coming home Sunday morning, I stopped to enter Highway 51 and my windows were covered with condensation. Had to roll the windows down and back up to be able to see clearly. On the highway, I got the van up to about 40 MPH and had this horrible whistle, which seemed to be coming from the dash console. I turned off the radio, checked the CD player, turned off the heater, turned on the AC and wiggled every button on the thing. When I slowed down to 40 it stopped. When I turned on the Pope/WV road and picked up speed it started again. The van drove and ran fine, so I just kept going. Got home and only suffered ringing ears. Got dressed for church and sure enough when I got up to speed on 315, the noise started again. Told everyone at church about my problem to solicit help. When I got onto 315 going home, I decided it might be an air leak, so I pushed the window tabs. Sure enough, the passenger window moved slightly and the sound stopped. Couldn’t wait to get to church Sunday night to tell everyone how smart I was—I’d fixed my van without spending a penny, or even having to use a wrench, pliers, or screw driver. Didn’t admit as to how stupid I felt for not thinking of the solution sooner.
Attended the Community Band Concert Sunday afternoon and it was wonderful. The band is smaller than in some past years, but the sound is great. Director Butch Stevens is doing an excellent job conducting this group of fine musicians. They played some difficult music and it was obvious that they could play. I enjoyed it so much and am so sorry that more folks did not come out to hear them.  In a city of 3,400 citizens, and with probably another 7,000 in the surrounding area, it does seem like we could fill up a 550 seat auditorium.  We do need to support these musicians—many cities much larger than the Valley don’t have the opportunity to hear music like this.
We had our International Mission Study Sunday night.  The Lottie Moon Offering featured the Ivory Coast as the country this year. Facts from this country are mind boggling. In the capital city of six million people there are only six Christ-believing churches with congregations of about 100 each. There is  only one Southern Baptist Missionary family operating in the county.
In Yalobusha County, we have 20 Southern Baptist Churches, along with many, many other denominational churches. And Yalobusha County has less than 14,000 citizens. This was, until a few years ago, one of Africa’s most prosperous countries. Civil war broke out and almost destroyed it. They are in a rebuilding stage now and hopefully it will regain its prosperity. Becky York had made some food, using recipes from the country.
I ate the chicken/peanut stew, over rice, and it was delicious. They also grow beef, many vegetables and fruits that are grown in the U.S., along with fruits we can’t grow. They also eat many meats, but I’m glad Becky did not have access to some of these.
Our pastor, Rev. Lynn Jones, was on the ailing list last Wednesday night and on Sunday, so Youth Director Dustin Pierce took over. Dustin is a great preacher and filled in as worship leader on Sunday, served as moderator during business meeting, conducted the prayer service, and then gave the devotional Wednesday. This young man is a talented servant of God’s—we are so blessed.
One more week until Christmas. Better get busy with my Christmas shopping, or I’ll miss it.
Next week,  you will receive the Christmas Greeting Section, along with your regular section. We’re about to complete the special paper and then we’ll wrap up the regular section on Monday, December 22.     
The Herald will be delivered to the stores on Tuesday, the 23, and  the office  will be closed from Wednesday, December 24, until Monday, December 29.

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