Bits 'n Pieces

Last night Lyena and Valentina came over again. I made chicken noodle soup and pineapple upside down cake. We talked Sunday School, life in general and then Lyena had several questions for Mel. I think she likes to come over specifically because she can ask Mel some of the many, many questions she has from her scripture reading. :-) The food is nice, and the conversation about Sunday School (she's what I grew up calling the "Sunday School Superintendent" at church) is good - but really, what she wants is to ask questions. weigh the answers a bit and then talk some more. She has some of the deepest questions! It's wonderful. And it's also wonderful that Valentina - our translator - has the background now and understanding of Biblical things to really be able translate well.

Lyena has made a profession of faith and is a member of the church. Valentina never has. She translates for Melinda weekly in the Women's Bible Study, has for many years. Now she is also translating for me in Sunday School and on Thursday nights. Oh, how I pray that Valentina will make a profession, a public profession of faith!! My biggest concern for her is Hebrews 6 and apostasy. If you pray - pray for Valentina. Please.

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I'm getting sick again. I can't believe this. My nose has been running like crazy all day. In fact, I woke up around 5 am this morning, and knew then that I might be getting sick. Bummer. That's not woke me up, tho. No, what woke me up was Cheyenne.

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Cheyenne decided that the last cookie in the cookie container on the table was hers and she was going to have it, come loud noises, earthquakes or high water! :-) I woke up to the sound of her dropping the hard plastic container onto the floor and then hitting it around and probably gnawing on the corners, trying to get it open. I knew immediately what was happening and jumped out of bed, came into the livingroom and rescued the cookie.

Ok, ok. Let's tell that story correctly, shall we? ! ?

I woke up to the sound of her dropping the hard plastic container onto the floor and then hitting it around and probably gnawing on the corners, trying to get it open. (so far so good) I knew immediately what was happening (also true - why can I awake and know immediately where I am and what is going on around me, but when I get up, a dense fog descends upon my brain???) and I tossed back the covers, groaned as I put my legs over the side of the bed, creaked my way into a standing position, and then blindly (no contacts) hobbled out into the livingroom where I searched in vain in the very early morning light for the elusive cookie container. Not finding the container, I stated to the room in general, because I couldn't see Cheyenne either, "I know what you are doing, rotten little cat!!" And then I hobbled my way back into the bedroom, gently laid myself onto the bed, pulled the covers back up and went immediately back to sleep.

Mel rescued the cookie, in the container, out from under the table this morning (our diningroom is also our livingroom). Cookie was fine and is now put away where it belongs, like I should have done to it last night. :-) I know Cheyenne loves cookies - and bread - and they are not safe unless high up and behind doors. I just didn't want to walk 5 yards into the kitchen again. Lazy last night me!

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My Russian tutor will be here in about 15 minutes. I should go. It may not be a long lesson today, we'll see.