Much has happened in the fifty-one weeks since my last essay. For one thing, the thought that no one would ever read these – let alone comment on them – caused me to run for cover. I felt like the cat when my grandchildren come for a visit. (Sorry, Spot.) So much for my essay on refusing to quit.
It didn’t help, of course, that my wife took sick again, this time with tumors in the back of her brain. She became unable to climb stairs and porch steps so we closed off the dining room and brought in a hospital bed and other stuff. A friend also built a small ramp over the back steps so we could use a wheelchair to get Donna to frequent radiation and chemo treatments.
On top of that, my job required me to work twelve-hour shifts weekdays and eight hours each on Saturdays and Sundays. With the addition of the medical visits and other errands, my time outside of work wasn’t very free.
Donna died early in October and her funeral had the church packed with people from the congregation, the Christian school where she had worked, and other special friends.
Hours at work have dropped though I still work most Saturdays and an occasional Sunday. This will give me more time to work on writing. I need to complete the novel about Joshua and Caleb and submit it somewhere. I have several completed short stories that I need to send out. And there are essays I want to put before people in cyberspace, insights I believe God would have me set before the public.
So, it’s time I stop petting the cat and watching NCIS so much and get back to writing.
