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2:25p
It’s quiet.  Dan has the children at the laundro-matt.  He left with them just after he got back from the jobsite -trying to add to the bill he is putting in tomorrow.

I was napping.

I woke up with a start.  I lost where and when I was for a moment.  That ever happen to you?  Where am I?  I bet that happens a lot with people who travel in motorhomes.  Wake up here and there and where.  We haven’t been very many places with this old beast. We bought it the end of April and moved it down here to the coast.  We moved to one park and then the next park during our September sojourn from here.  And of course, we moved it up to Portland for my surgeries.

In a week, we need to move it again.  This time about 3,700 miles.  God will be moving it.  If it were solely up to us, I don’t know how it would happen.  But so many things have been happening for me lately, that I know God will take care of it.

Like Thursday . . .  We went to the pharmacy to fill the prescriptions the doctors sent home with me.  Dan asked the clerk if she could check the computer to see if my name was on the medicaid list.  It was a long shot. We had only spoken to the state representative the day before I was released from the hospital.  But, there it was.  A number that saved us almost $300 on the medicine I needed. We would have had to pick and choose which drugs to buy now and which would have to wait. But now I was able to say, “Fill them all!” It took them over a month to deny me before.  And it took a couple days to approve it this time. What was the difference?

And finding the treatment center in Florida. . . And being accepted right off when I had to beg for treatment in the beginning of this thing.  Things are happening that I can take no credit for.  Getting to Florida will be one more of those things.

It’s not just prayer.  I was praying from the moment I found out that I had cancer. It is the power of collective prayer.  It’s the people like you that are praying for us that will make the difference.  I have to believe it.

So in a week or so, we will be waking up in different places as we roll down the United States from the upper west corner to the lower east corner like a marble in a maze game.  Life’s an adventure.

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It didn’t rain much today.  Unfortunately, it rained almost the whole time my mother was here.  Mom came back to Lincoln with us from the Hospital on Wednesday.

Thursday it stormed.  In Oregon, we call it rain with wind.  The same windy commotion in Florida would be called a Tropical Storm. The wind, that gusted up to 60 miles an hour, announced itself with a roar as it came barreling down the canyon like a train in a tunnel. It shook the motorhome and my mother in it.   It was an interesting day.

Friday was much better.  The children went back to school for the first time in two weeks.  It was good for them to get back to a regular activity.  The sun came out and started working on drying up the ground.  Early morning, Mom and I drove into Depoe Bay.  Dan wanted her to see the job that has kept us here all this time.  I hadn’t been there in a while either.  It’s too bad that we won’t be able to see it completed.

The view is spectacular.  Dan has seen whales here in and around Whale Cove.  I have yet to see my first whale.

By the time we headed for the car, the rain had returned.  Saturday, Kelli and Tim came down from Portland and hung out with us a while before taking my mother back with them and on to the airport for her “red-eye” flight back to Florida.
The rest of the time, I was in my bed.  I promise!  lol

Today is Sunday.  And like the Lord, I rested.