Diary Entry from May 21, 1998

I’d totally forgotten about this, having to babysit a friend’s little dog for half a day.  The dog taught me something valuable…

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I babysat a friend’s little dog named Itsy-Bitsy.  She sits outside the glass sliding door and whines to get inside.  She’s about 7 or 8 years old, which is very mature for a little dog, yet she behaves like a puppy.  At first, I give in to her whining and helplessness, but after tiring of it, I decide to be firm and tell her no-no.  Finally, she stops.  This makes me philosophical about humans.

Just because we’re adults doesn’t mean we’re not going to find time to whine or be illogically helpless.  Age is no obstacle to abusing the kindness of others.  The best way to handle whining people is to tell them to get busy doing something, take charge of their own lives, and we stop trying to solve their problems for them.  Even God condemns whiners and complainers.  He destroyed thousands of Israelites in the wilderness who acted like Itsy-Bitsy today.

Why do people whine and complain?  Lazy, scared, uneducated, greedy, users, selfish?  Itsy-Bitsy is scared—being in a strange place—but she can instead be the type of dog that explores her new surroundings and acts friendly with our dog, playing, sleeping, and doing other dog things.  No, she chooses to sit helplessly by the door and whine uselessly all day.  Me running out all the time to comfort her just makes her worse!  She expects it and becomes more demanding in a variety of irritating ways.  What a learning experience!

Diary Entry from May 19, 1998

In continuing with some of my diary entries from eons ago, this one happens to still be true today, only the grocery stores are different…

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I believe that my favorite pastime, at this time of life, is grocery shopping.  Being able to shop for two weeks’ worth of groceries for two people for $60.00 or less is an exciting challenge for me.  In fact, I told my husband, that receiving a gift certificate for Lucky’ s Stores as a birthday or a Christmas present would be truly a wonderful gift!  I have Lucky’s and Henry’s stores mapped out in my brain.  I know right where to go and what the current prices are on everything I’m interested in buying.  I know Price Club like the back of my hand and I experience a splendid day when I grocery shop.

Clothes shopping, though, falls low on my list of fun things to do, because it’s so expensive, the sizes change from one manufacturer to another, the styles change year to year, and the stores usually only have seasonal.  I seem to always pay top dollar for clothing that turns out to be cheap after two or three washings.  I can actually become sick when I have to go clothes shopping.

But grocery shopping…that’s heaven.  As you might be able to tell, I did get to grocery shop today.

Diary Entry from May 18, 1998

Remember from my last post, I found my 1998 attempt to keep a diary.  Reading this entry reminded me that I had taken up playing the piano.  For over a year, we babysat an older upright for friends and I took advantage.  My parakeet loved it!

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I’ve been learning how to play the piano.  What excitement!  I have played the guitar all my life and one of the differences between the two instruments is monumental for me.  Stringed instruments generally utilize only one hand to play music while the other hand helps the one hand along.  The piano requires both hands to play, each hand and finger playing of its own accord, each making its own sound.  This is hard for this guitar player, because her left hand does not want to act separately from the right, independently, you know, like both hands want to go up and down at the same time.  It’s been almost a year now since I started on the piano, and the mental operation looks successful, with both sides of my brain flying together or alone.  What a great feeling of accomplishment!

Diary Entry from May 16, 1998

 

2020MarDiary5 16aI decided to clean out my filing cabinet during this Corona virus time and found an old tablet diary in my handwriting from back in May 14, 1998.  I typed the entries into the computer.  Some of them I’m sharing, after editing…here’s the first one:

I sit in the love seat alone, stretched out, reading a book and watching TV in between commercials.  My dog jumps up and visits with me or lies by my side.  My parakeet flies over and visits, too, chasing the dog off of the couch.  My husband sits in the easy chair next to me, shuffling papers, reading the Bible.

The gas fireplace burns brightly and the dog lies in front of it now and then.  He yawns, sees me watching him, and comes to visit.  The bird flies over, the dog leaves, the bird leaves, the husband shuffles papers. A continuous pleasantness.  Quiet love rules at this present pleasant moment.