Ale for the Soul

About two weeks ago my sister made an offer I couldn't refuse.  Since I wasn't gainfully employed, why not come out to Hawaii for an indefinite period of time?  Not wanting to make a rash decision, I consulted with a trusted adviser and gave her a decision two days later.  I gave her the green light to proceed in making arrangments for travelling to Oahu.  She purchased a one-way ticket rather inexpensively, helped guide me through the Covid testing requirements, as well as all the other government stipulated measures I had to satisfy, and offered support with any questions or concerns I may have had.  Admittedly, there were a few stressful times trying to get everything accomplished; however, Abba Father more than adequately provided for yours truly.  The main obstacle was getting the driver's license renewed.  Due to the pandemic, most businesses were on restricted operating hours or by appointment only.  The DMV was no exception.  Even though the office was by appointmen

On Sunday, a mutual friend informed of Amy Arnold's passing.  I was in shock, especially since she was only a year or two older than me.  Of course I asked for the circumstances surrounding her sudden departure from this ethereal plane.  In spite of knowing about a few of her health issues, I was still reeling from the news.  Over the course of the week, I finally processed what had happened.  Memories flooded my mind of our almost twenty-nine year friendship.  We first met in the Fall of 1992 at the Baptist Student Union on the campus of Victoria College in Victoria, Texas.  As we both moved to Houston at about the same time, we kept in touch throughout the years.  On occasion, we would make the trip to Victoria in order to visit with her Grandmother in Mission Valley, a neighboring municipality.  Not only am I grateful for the blessings Amy brought to my life, but also thankful she cherished our friendship enough to introduce me to her beautiful family.  (I had a very special fri

The brutal winter storm is roughly two weeks behind me, and I am so thankful for having survived without incident.  The only negative arising from the ordeal is I am out of a job once again.  Not being able to report to work was the cause.  I did contact the liquor store on two occasions during the week in question, but I decided to move on when it still looked like I couldn't make things work.  In all probability, the job could have been salvaged; however, I didn't want to keep stringing them along since I didn't have any hard answers for when I could eventually report back to work.  Public transportation is up and running again, but it is too little too late.  Honestly, the job wasn't worth keeping.  Other than having a steady paycheck, it was what I considered dead-end employment.  Besides, working in a liquor store isn't the best ideal for a recovering alcholic.  As I sit here typing this blog entry, I am at a loss for where to apply.  Getting another pointless