© Laurie Justus Pace Graphics One Design 2009The Painting: The musing of color so small is a switch for me. Doing this small paintings truly enable me to see what is possible for the larger pieces. If I were working large I would not have patterned colors quite like they are here. The next step is to paint large and see what happens. Stay tuned.
The Thought: I have to blog today about Saturday night. Terry came home from work and hit the master bath working as he continues his quest to complete it. Morgan and I spent the day moving bookcases, books, and hunting down furniture. We have a guest coming and I am cleaning out the extra room.
It was late Saturday, close to 7 pm and Morgan left to put gas in his truck for the next morning's drive to work. He phoned and asked if he could pick up hamburgers for dinner and I said yes for TP but no thanks for me. The phone rang again a few minutes later and it was Morgan. There was an older woman stranded at the gas station. Her 1994 Buick would not start. She said it was running fine before she turned it off to put gas into it. That unleashed an entire evening for him but he did not know that. He phoned for us to bring jumper cables up to the station.
Terry and I drove up in the truck and Morgan and he tried to jump her car off. It simply would not start. I took her in Terry's truck to buy a battery while Morgan dropped Terry back home to the bathroom project and he grabbed Terry's tool box. We were doing great until we bought the wrong battery. That year there were two batteries that fit the car. It was the larger one.
Morgan took her back up to the auto parts store, and then back to the station to her dead car. This is about an hour and a half later. Terry gave him his small tool box but of course the right tool was not in there nor where there any pliers. I went into the Exon store but the clerk did not speak English. My heart was weary and I was truly worried about the woman as we found she was 82 years young, but her knees were giving out requiring her to sit and the heat of 100 degrees was draining her quickly. I knew whatever we did, had to be fast as darkness was upon us. The door to the store swung open and in walked a clean cut middle age man. He was in a truck and that was a positive sign. I inquired and he did have the tool we needed. He watched over as Morgan changed out her battery and we were able to get her on the road again.
Made me proud of the man our youngest son has become.
Pay it forward today.
Laurie
“Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.” Luke 12:6-7
The Thought: I have to blog today about Saturday night. Terry came home from work and hit the master bath working as he continues his quest to complete it. Morgan and I spent the day moving bookcases, books, and hunting down furniture. We have a guest coming and I am cleaning out the extra room.
It was late Saturday, close to 7 pm and Morgan left to put gas in his truck for the next morning's drive to work. He phoned and asked if he could pick up hamburgers for dinner and I said yes for TP but no thanks for me. The phone rang again a few minutes later and it was Morgan. There was an older woman stranded at the gas station. Her 1994 Buick would not start. She said it was running fine before she turned it off to put gas into it. That unleashed an entire evening for him but he did not know that. He phoned for us to bring jumper cables up to the station.
Terry and I drove up in the truck and Morgan and he tried to jump her car off. It simply would not start. I took her in Terry's truck to buy a battery while Morgan dropped Terry back home to the bathroom project and he grabbed Terry's tool box. We were doing great until we bought the wrong battery. That year there were two batteries that fit the car. It was the larger one.
Morgan took her back up to the auto parts store, and then back to the station to her dead car. This is about an hour and a half later. Terry gave him his small tool box but of course the right tool was not in there nor where there any pliers. I went into the Exon store but the clerk did not speak English. My heart was weary and I was truly worried about the woman as we found she was 82 years young, but her knees were giving out requiring her to sit and the heat of 100 degrees was draining her quickly. I knew whatever we did, had to be fast as darkness was upon us. The door to the store swung open and in walked a clean cut middle age man. He was in a truck and that was a positive sign. I inquired and he did have the tool we needed. He watched over as Morgan changed out her battery and we were able to get her on the road again.
Made me proud of the man our youngest son has become.
Pay it forward today.
Laurie
“Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.” Luke 12:6-7
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