Ranky couldn’t be better. He had made it into town to get his blood pulled for his lab work. One stick ,
success and all was well. (Updated 20100206)
The previous night and day, chronic pain ruled and reigned over Ranky. Ranky took all the meds that were allowed, but to no avail. Relief was not to be found. Ranky lay on the bed and actually cried out to God for His help. Ranky went to sleep, but it was not a restful sleep. The next morning, He was so bad physically he could not drive. The pain began to rule and reign again. Ranky text-ed or called 5-6 of God’s prayer warriors, God had appointed for him. He explained the situation, so they prayed for Ranky off and on for 2-3 hours. The pain subsided to a degree with which Ranky could function. He called God’s prayer warriors and thanked them for participating with God in helping Ranky.
This good day was relative to the bad day, so Ranky was happy to be able to get out and do anything. Ranky drove his car to the fruit stand picked up some fruit, jellies, and candy. Ranky returned home, SweetCakes wanted to walk. Ranky said, ”OK”. Ranky and SweetCakes walked for 25 minutes, which was great for SweetCakes. Ranky decided to walk his regular route of 3.2 miles. Ranky is motivated.
SweetCakes has had several good days for her, she walked with me, and now I’m walking my regular route. As they say,” It doesn’t get any better than this.” An old friend, Ginger Farrow, had brought SweetCakes’ and my lunch. Roast beef, potatoes, carrots, and key lime pie. Just as Ranky had his fill, Lattice Evertall brought over one of her famous apple pies. Somehow, Ranky had convinced her that she owed me 2 apple pies. Ranky got one today, and later Ranky can call the marker in for the other apple pie. Lattice Evertall can make the best apple pies. She probably has a small step ladder to reach the stove; she is very short in height, but not in apple pie baking. After a large piece of apple pie, Ranky was ready to hit the road and get his 3.2 miles logged. Off Ranky went on his journey.
During Ranky’s walk, Ranky spotted some potential Bonanza Gold. Ranky called anything that was on the curb that might be salvageable, Bonanza Gold. Ranky looked over the potential Bonanza Gold, three perfect plastic containers. Ranky could see these as storage boxes. Ranky had not seen any plastic containers such as these. The fact the containers were in great shape should have raised a yellow flag. Ranky dismissed that idea since the containers were at the curb.
Ranky selected two to carry back to the house with him. His arms were tired after walking nearly a mile with the two containers. Ranky went back in his car and retrieved the third container. Ranky went to the drug store and then home.
A nice church lady, Ginger Farrow, that we became reacquainted via FaceBook had brought SweetCakes and me a nice lunch. We had roast, potatoes, carrots, bread, and key-lime pie. Just as Ranky finished his lunch, another one of our church ladies (Lattice Evertall) brought me a baked apple pie. Ranky had a piece of nice apple pie. What a great day it was! Praise the Lord.
As my thoughts did a fast rewind of the events of the day, Ranky was convinced this was one of Ranky’s and SweetCakes’ better days in a long time. We were grateful for the food, desserts, good Christian friends and the “Bonanza Gold” that Ranky recovered on the side of the road. “One person’s junk is another person’s treasure.”
We were seated in the living room enjoying the quietness of the evening and just relaxing after a good day. There was a knock at the door. It was dark; Ranky turned on the front lights in order to see the person who knocked. He looked nice enough and also had the abbreviations for the police department on his coat. Ranky thought, “Oh, no, they are collecting money”. Ranky opened the door and asked, “How may I help you?”
He told a very interesting story. The story was about someone getting three containers from a ladies yard. She had bought them from Kroger’s that morning for ten bucks a piece. Would Ranky happen to know anything about that? Ranky knew he knew Ranky knew something about that. He did knock on my door and Ranky remembered that it seemed someone was following me while Ranky was carrying his “Bonanza Gold”.
He told me she had bought them for recycle containers. Ranky said, “I thought they were on the curb for salvage.” Ranky was laughing, Ranky couldn’t believe this event. The officer was very nice. The lady only wanted her containers returned. Lattice Evertall, the church lady, had wanted two of the containers. She decided not to take the containers. She would have been in possession of stolen property. Ranky took the officer to the containers. He gathered the containers, wished me a good night. The officer said the lady was not angry or anything, but wanted him to retrieve the containers.
Back tracking somewhat, Ranky did tell the officer the whole story. He thought it was funny, too. Ranky told him, Ranky was a Southern Baptist deacon and Sunday school teacher. Ranky regrets that, because it is not a good advertisement for a deacon. Imagine, a policeman retrieving stolen goods, technically speaking, from a deacon’s home. Don’t you love those Southern Baptist deacons? The officer asked me where Ranky went to church, Ranky told him. He said, “I was baptized there when I was nine years old.” He asked about a lady who went there, Mercy Hurt. Ranky told him she is still there. He said,” The church was on his beat, he would like to see her.”Ranky told him to stop by and ring the buzzer, she would be glad to see him.
I sent Mercy Hurt an email informing her of the young officer who would be stopping by to see her. Ranky got to thinking was he just being nice or was he checking my story? Ranky didn't know. Ranky is wondering, Could Ranky still get arrested for an honest mistake? That stresses Ranky out.
Ranky is seriously thinking about giving up the hunt for “Bonanza Gold”. Some good reasons are as follows: Ranky will give the stuff away or use it. Ranky can buy anything with the value Ranky would find on the curb. This type of events frightens SweetCakes. Ranky guesses the thrill is in the hunt for the “Bonanza Gold.” The last two events of “Bonanza Gold” are just too much for someone who is prescribed anti-anxiety medication.
Ironically, the next study course for Sunday school is “Managing Stress”. Ranky can teach one thing, “not to do” that will lessen the stress factor.
(Updated) What is going on here? While walking in Jan. 2010, I noticed some bins similar to the ones I had taken erroneously. I was walking by the officer's house and saw those bins in his garage, In Feb. 2010, I was walking in the rain. The bins in front of the officers house were left out on the road. The recycle had run that day. You guessed it the 2 bins were exactly the same as the ones the officer took from my house, Now I;m not sure about the lady who missed her recycle bins, the only place I have seen like bins is at the officers house, Ranky doesn't know what to think, now. Is the officer a bigger thief and slicker talker than Ranky, or did he do the nice southern lie? They really was his recycle bins and he did the nice southern lie to make things better for him and me. I tend to think the latter. I will see him out one day, and Ranky will ask.
2 comments:
too funny
When I turned 60, my kids started bossing me, I had become the child. I love it and I have fun. I told my son, Doc, one day, "I'm 65 years old, I can do what I want to do." I told them, if I live 20+ more years, with my mind set, you're going to have some excitement in your lives. NurseGoodBody is talking an ankle brace and GPS for me to wear. :)
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