Papa Pat Tiny Devotionals

O be joyful, internet friends and neighbors, and those relatives who are taking a break from the things which are really important! For, Papa Pat has written a REVIEW again! YAY! Not just ANY review, either! This is a review of the lovely, delightful, occasionally scary collection of stories called NOIR FATALE! If you DON'T have an ad blocker running, what you ought to see next is a link to Amazon's page for "Noir Fatale":     For those of you who DO have an ad-blocker running, here's a link to click. Click that, and you get a free trip to the book! Noir Fatale: if the title doesn't hook you, you probably weren't paying attention. It is fortunate for me that Good Girls are attracted to Bad Boys; that's how the Motorcycle White Boy, aka Redneck Biker, became a permanent fixture in the life of the Church Lady, aka my gift-from-God, happily-ever-after trophy wife Vanessa, the elegant, foxy, praying black grandmother of Woodstock, GA. Flip the genders: i

Greetings, internet friends and neighbors. Today is, I believe, May 18, 2019. My days are terribly confused since I was hospitalized from April 30 until May 11, and my time has been taken up in recovery since then. That was going along nicely, until the day before yesterday, when I FOOLISHLY and AGAINST ORDERS carried groceries into the house, and in the process ripped open my incision, which had been healing nicely.  I now have a three inch gash in the skin of my belly, which is covered with a wet/dry pack, and I go back to see the surgeon tomorrow. Yes, my gift-from-God, happily-ever-after trophy wife Vanessa, the elegant, foxy, praying black grandmother of Woodstock, GA, appropriately rebuked me for my lapse in good sense. I have no excuse. I do, however, have thoughts. Whether you are in the hospital or not, life carries on. In fact, at the moment, I have one adult child in Europe, a middle school son who spent last week on a school trip in Savannah, and three tiny grandchildren wh

Greetings, Internet friends and neighbors, as well as the occasional family members who have managed to creep in here despite my invitations to do so. Today, I was able to get discharged from the hospital, where I have spent nearly two weeks dealing with an obstructed bowel. It appears that I had a bit of scar tissue which constricted a tiny segment of gut, and resembled a belt loop. Snip, and I was set free, only to spend interminable days recovering. de·fen·es·trate /dēˈfenəˌstrāt/ verb 1. RARE throw (someone) out of a window. "she had made up her mind that the woman had been defenestrated, although the official verdict had been suicide" 2. INFORMAL remove or dismiss (someone) from a position of power or authority. "the overwhelming view is that he should be defenestrated before the next election" But that's not what draws a defenestration warning. I DO have some rather sharp words to say regarding the lack of care received during the initial hours of my hospi