The Longer I Live….

Evening time on the island and all is quiet. As I look across the waters of Harrington Sound, I marvel at the peaceful like stillness. The lights across the water twinkle and throw out an invitation to sit awhile and drink in God’s sweet creation. The dogs are sleeping by my feet and except for their sleepy time whimpers as they dream of another exciting day on their horizon tomorrow, I am alone for a short time with my thoughts.  Mt husband is out on an errand and so I return to the draw of the computer and this blog despite the glorious beauty all around me.
I had a delightful day with my youngest grandchild and he was perfectly behaved and wonderfully loving. At three years of age, he shows quite a bit of wisdom and it never ceases to amaze me. We played and watched the Lion King together and played some more. At one point he was playing quietly with his little race cars and I was softly praying. He seemed to not notice at all, he was so engrossed in his little game and soon I found myself quietly praying in tongues, my heart filled with love and thanksgiving for my Jesus. Suddenly the little guy looked over at me and said, “Grandma, you can stop praying that special prayer now.”  I looked at him surprised and asked him how he even knew I was praying but he just smiled and looked right into my eyes.

The longer I live, the more I know how amazing is my God!

Our little Peek-a-boo game earlier today


Something Borrowed from my Sister


I loved this post from my sister so took the liberty of reposting it here. You have to follow her blog guys. Lots of variety and fun.

Success.....Time in Bermuda


Posted by oldgirlnewtricks in RetirementJuly 18, 2011


I won the battle of the computers vs humans today.

All I had to do was print out a boarding pass for my trip to Bermuda tomorrow.  Sounds easy, and computers were supposed to save us time, but someone at the airline designed the web pages to be as confusing as possible.  At one point I was questioning if I had ever even booked the trip.

I got into the dreaded “loop” where I was going around in circles, always ending at the same place –  and never where I was able to print my boarding pass.   Finally I gave up and decided to phone the airline.  Ooooh, bad decision.  It started with a disembodied voice telling me if I wanted French to “dit francais”.  It kind of took me by surprise and I missed the next command, so I had to say “go back”.  Needless to say we “went back” several times and I was finally able to choose to speak with a “superagent” (I’m not kidding).  Trouble was , all the superagents were busy maybe chasing spies or something, so The Voice said they’d call me back in 14 to 21 minutes.

I finally spoke to Rachelle and she was very helpful, telling me to go to a website I hadn’t even tried yet!  When I got to the site, I was asked for a lot of personal information, like what mark I got on my Grade 4 Math final exam, and what I ate for dinner on my twelfth wedding anniversary.  Okay, I’m exaggerating, but you get the idea.  I don’t think I had to answer such personal questions since my passport application.

I guess they decided that they would, after all, allow me on to their precious 737 and I was able to print my boarding pass.

Computer – 0, woman – 1.

Until the next time!

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