My Last Friday...

and the sky looked like Hiroshima.  I hope this is not an omen for my future.  After Monday I will no longer be an employee of the United States Postal Service.  I am retiring.  Thirty-nine years is long enough.

I was proud to be an employee of the postal service for many years.  I began as a PS3, to a PS5 to a letter carrier, to a supervisor to a postmaster in three different offices.  I have helped in every section I was needed and I did a good job.  I shall repeat, thirty-nine years is long enough.

Thursday this followed me home.  The weather said it was going around but I grabbed hold of it with my mind and dragged it to the farm.  I did not measure the rain.  I was simply grateful it came.

Marcy has had a second opinion and is having more tests.  If you will, please pray, that it can be taken care of in Mountain Home and is not major.  It is a very curable cancer.  Maybe with prayer and healing thoughts we can make it smaller.

Hubby's papers have been processed so maybe after two years, he may have a pay check.  Talk about blessings!