Caught up?

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On bills?  Mostly.  Utilities are still outstanding.  I'll be... clearing that this month, or as close to it as possible.  Two of my standard bills have been paid.  One needs to be managed, otherwise, and utilities.  Though I may be trying another way, with utilities, since auto pay doesn't work, and I just lose track.  Not leaving the house for months at a time doesn't help.  Or so rarely, timidly, and frailly, when I do go out.  I never have enough energy to hit it all, and food is a priority, for some stupid reason.  :p

I'll lose a lot.  I'll also keep at it.  I'll do my best, pray, and be humbled by my reality.  And... still... thank God for the opportunity.  You learn more from failure than you do from raw success.  Ask me how I know.  I am starting to like the humble attire in these realms, these days.  They killed me, for some time.  But the rags of humility become as the finest linens, silks, wools, and more.

Blessed are the times one learns to embrace humility.  Though, I have found, I should always have been humble, more so in success.  Odd that.

Corn, peas, and butter... warm tea.  Dressed a bit more warmly.  And life is a bitter better starting out here.  I put in my dairy order.  An extra cream, this month.  One extra, to make up for going without for two weeks.  If it is available again?  I'll find out.  No worries if it isn't.  I have, and can, go without.  Without anything.  Even food whole clothe.  I'm good with what may come, and grateful for it.  Truly.

Gaming along nicely.  Need to work on cussing though.  I'm... still not a good loser.  Working on it.  As much for me as for Sassy.  My yelling upsets her.  And, yes, she is important to me.  It is her home just as it is mine.  More so, hers, for she had no choice at the start.

I may have a way to handle that.  I may, initially, say a hail Mary, or our Father, when I slip.  I already go over and soothe Sassy, by giving her attention, and cooing a bit.  I may also look for prayers for this, or saints who... this area has been appointed.  No, we don't pray to saints, as to God.  We merely ask, as folk called closer to the divine, that they pass messages, and do what they may for us, in specific areas of concern.  Saints aren't God, or gods, but they are close to Him.  Well, that's my understanding, and how I do.

Oh, a link to a little page dedicated to this very topic.  That should do nicely.  I'll review it more, when... when I am more awake, can read a bit better.

I'll make stew, too, later.  But for now, corn and peas were very easy.  I was hungry.  It is done.  I'll try to make the spice a bit hotter, to start, add butter at the start, make the slurry with a bit more xanthan gum, otherwise it was very good.  Just add sour cream to top it, after it is done.  Maybe parm, on the first bowl anyway.  I don't like eating too much cheese.  Even my favorites.  Just a touch will do, I have learned.  And just once in a while.

Life is good.  Very tired, body is a bit cranky, it's getting cold and dark.  A good time to be thankful.  Give to God not out of your excess, but of your poverty.  The widow's mite is far more valuable than excessive trifles from a billionaire.  The church doesn't always agree.  But... the church, as all women, can be a bit worldly.  To be in, not of, the world, is a goal, and aim, not an absolute truth.  Amen.  Ask me how I know.  *grins*

Be well, and later.