The Rallying Cry!

My great-aunt made a miraculous recovery and turn for the better yesterday.  We have all convinced her to move to our town away from God’s country and to live in the assisted living home here. She has reluctantly agreed to move. That was a major hurdle to overcome as she can be so headstrong, cantankerous, and stubborn. “Now, you’ve got to go see her once a week,” my father told me. “We’ve all got to accommodate her to make this work.” I agreed I would.  I am the only great nephew left in town able to do so. My father’s side of the family wasn’t exactly prolific when it came to having children.  I was also interested in what kind of food they serve.  Dad laughed when I asked him.  Hey, birds gotta fly and fish gotta swim, and I am certainly a foodie these days.   “You can go eat lunch with her sometimes,” my father told me with a smile. I was having dreams of tapioca pudding and hot vegetable soup. Waltzing Matilda… I’ve taken Maggie on her walk and we both came home after braving a bitingly cold north wind and ate a hot, rib sticking breakfast. I got two king sized Reese’s peanut butter cups at the Circle K along with my hot cocoa.  Once I arrived home, I made some homemade bacon, egg, and cheese biscuits, and the biscuits were large which kicked it up a notch. In a few moments, I will leave to do my four hours of volunteering I am committed to everyday. Blessed with would be a better and more ...
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