My Dearest Naomi by Jerry & Tina Eicher

Author:Jerry & Tina Eicher [Jerry & Eicher, Tina]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harvest House Publishers
Published: 2012-07-20T03:38:17+00:00

Thursday evening…

Whatever bug I had is gone, I think. Last night I told Luella I was sick, but she wouldn’t believe me. She told me it was just my imagination. So I said, “Okay, bring me the thermometer and I’ll show you.”

The temperature was close to 100, but I still went to Bible study. I don’t know where the bug went, but I woke up feeling much better this morning.

Getting exercise is a problem for me when I teach school, so I have been trying to jog when I have the chance.

And how is this for a little incident? The other day Brandon took all his books home from school to show his mom, he said. Then he forgot to bring them back the next morning. I told him he still has to do his work, but at home that evening. He came up to class with the others and listened to the lesson. That way he would know what to do when he got home. By afternoon though, this all must have gotten to him because he put his head in his hands and started crying. There wasn’t much I could do but wait until he stopped.

We’ve practiced the Christmas program four times now. There are still places where there could be improvements. Mark and Anthony haven’t been to school all week, which will make things hard for them, but I guess everyone will have to make the best of things.

Luella asked me if I wanted to go for a chiropractor treatment for a leg ache that I have. I told her no, at least not for now. I don’t like chiropractors—or any doctors for that matter.

Talking about doctors, Mom wrote that they want me to visit a doctor one of their friends has recommended. Someone in Missouri. It’s because of my occasional depression problems. I don’t know about all that. A doctor’s not going to do any good. I think my depression is a result of a thing called life.

We hung all the decorations at school, and things look really nice, if I say so myself. The schoolhouse shines with real Christmas spirit. I’d still like to make more decorations, but it’s got to stop somewhere.

Work, work, and more work, but it keeps me sane.

Love you,

Eugene

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