A wren landed on the tip of BE’s shoe and cocked his head to look up at her. Then it flew to a nearby tree and sat watching her while she told it how beautiful it was. Thanks, Deb.
It was a struggle to get the giblets out of the bird because, despite two days in the fridge, its guts were still frozen. But Bar finally did it and, covered with tinfoil, it went in the oven at 375 degrees at about 8:30 am. Mrs. Charm frequently had to struggle to get the turkey cooked. So problems with turkeys on their big day are no surprise.
UPDATE: Came out at 1 pm, foil removed and back in for browning for thirty minutes. Was splendid, or as splendid as turkey is. Not my favorite.
I’m scheduled for another one, although I really don’t intend to be treated for any cancer discovered, simply because I want a heads-up. If anything’s found, I prefer to just find out how long I have and sign up for hospice. Having watched Mrs. Charm go through chemo, I know I don’t want any of that poison. No surgery and no radiation, either. I’d just rather know what’s coming than be in the dark. If nothing is, then I can rest easy for a few more years. About colon cancer, anyway, which felled my father and grandfather.
UPDATE: Got the pre-op appointment set for Aug. 31. Event usually happens soon after.
Mrs. Charm watched this very popular soaper right up until her death in 2015. I ignored it because it reminded me of Upstairs, Downstairs, which I enjoyed but didn’t need to see a new version. Recently, however, I decided to give it a try and watched all the seasons (6) and all the episodes (more than 50) and enjoyed it very much. There’s a movie I haven’t seen yet and a sequel. So Downton fever continues.
Is a new (January of this year) podcast by Kathleen Johnson and Andrea Kennedy, which is fun to listen to. Even if their names evoke memory of the 1960 Dimocrat presidential ticket. Odd. Nevertheless, these two Reiki masters have some interesting things to discuss. Johnson, the elder of the pair (as on the ticket), says Reiki (primarily a healing modality) opens the practitioner to multiple experiences and possibilities such as past lives. Obscure enough for you? We’re talking soul and spirit energy here. With more to come.
UPDATE: For the diehard debunkers, alias skeptics, albeit with closed minds.
For five years now, I’ve been downloading (mainly in Kindle form) books about the Afterlife (really, our real lives). I began as a skeptic, became a believer, and now, as a budding Reiki student/practitioner, I simply and profoundly know.
Six years ago this fall, Mrs. Charm, my wife of twenty-five years, transitioned after about a year of fighting cancer. Finally, via lawyer Roberta Grimes, I have found a database of more than three thousand Afterlife books. I can’t wait to search it. I’ll share the link now.
Via Afterlife data
As I was texting a medium we know about Mrs. Charm and our wren buddy appearances, Bar saw one land on our porch and check out a new bird house I haven’t hung up yet. I always feel Mrs. C sends them and I always tear up at the sight. The medium said it was awesome and a sign of love. Time to hang the bird house.