Pay as you Spay

Well, I am never going to be a Chihuahua grandmother, at least not from Arwen or Zora.  We took them to the vet this morning at 7:45 and checked them in.  They whined.  They gave us looks simultaneously dirty and bewildered over the shoulders of the assistants taking them through the doors beyond which unauthorized personnel is not allowed.

They are home and resting.  They are glad to be back.  I love them.  How did Jehovah put that in me, to become so attached, not to my dog, but my daughters' dogs?  And of course I worry how we will get the dogs through Armageddon.  Like worrying about the daughters is not enough.

As I passed the economic department today at school, which has just relocated to Biddle Hall, they had the TV monitor playing the news with the stock strip running across the bottom and there was some headline about bullion bust.  So the gold market is doing something and last week it was the Greek government and Kim watched some 20/20 episode lately about in 2000 there were 11 billionaires in the USA and now there are over 400.  No wonder the general populace is marching on Wall Street and trying to figure out who to vote for.

I get so tired of myself sometimes that I don't know how you stand reading any of this.  All I could think of today was that the end of this system is coming, and here I am worrying about a job next year.  It would be nice in a way if it comes before then and I don't have to worry about it.  I think sometimes about taking a job abroad (better pay) to send Carly the money to live on while she finishes nursing school, but if the great tribulation came and I could not travel back to her, is there any worse thing I could suffer than being away from her in such trials?

Lately I've been thinking about Jehovah's name because the circuit assembly theme is "Sanctify Jehovah's Holy Name."  How his name means he can cause to become whatever is needed to fulfill his purpose.  Last year, my lovely sister Jennifer was stressed out.  Economic hard times hit Arkansas and Jamie's profession hard.  He is a house builder.  He is going to school to be a respiratory therapist.  In the meantime, Jennifer was a medical transcriptionist juggling too much work and responsibility.  So Sister Scully sends an email about her employer looking for house inspectors in Arkansas and do I know anyone who would be interested and qualified?

I guess if you can build a house, you can inspect one.  Jamie is doing great and so is Jennifer and their two children.  And no one saw that coming, that way out to bless them.  So I am heartened that even though I don't know what to think of my job, that Jehovah will not leave me in the lurch.

As I spoke to Fay on the way to the assembly hall Saturday, she offered for Carly to live with her while I am gone if it comes to that.  Today, Carly got a card in the mail from Fay.  Sometimes I want to hurl rotten tomatoes clear from Pennsylvania to Oklahoma and say, "Mother, how can you not care about my babies?"  And I still don't know the answer to that one, but I do know that I have my sister Fay here who does care.

Now, I'm going back downstairs to sit beside one of my doggies and read for class.  I don't know when the tribulation is coming, but I am sure we all have the same father and same last name.