I don't mind reading...cram away *smile*

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From: The Electronic Church [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of Phil Scovell
Sent: Friday, June 12, 2015 10:30 PM
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Subject: Comtinuing

First, and before I forget, those writing me at my old comcast address may not always hear from me.  My windows computer only half works half the time and not all mail gets forward over to my Mac computer.  This iCloud.com address comes to both my iPhone and my mac computer which synchronize on their own.

Now, for the rest of the story, although that might take more than one message to complete.

As I said, I was sick as a dog for a couple of days but the recovery took a lot longer, probably due to my advanced age, he he, and I likely got it from my grandkids.  Anyhow, although I’m still not where I want to be physically, that likely isn’t going to change any time soon.

This week I was struggling with my hearing aids.  We had gotten our annual hearing tested recently, I believe I’ve already talked about that, but my aids starting diminishing  and I finally wasn’t getting much value out of them.  I went in today, my younger sister taking me in, and our doctor of audiology took them apart, cleaned them, and then we and I spent about 10 minutes fine tuning the volume levels.  Our last visit to him, a few weeks ago, was when he not only tested our hearing again, but he flashed a hardware upgrade into our hearing aids.  This new software allows for additional features that I can talk about later.  Today, I got the volume levels tweaked and boy am I feeling a lot better emotionally.  I was getting to the point I wasn’t putting my hearing aids in for a couple of days because it was more frustrating.  Anyhow, thank the Lord for that.  I’m especially thankful I’m not so weak any more but I have a ways to go yet.

I’ll comment in a followup message on how I am getting along with the Mac.

During the days I was ill, I was struggling   with emotional issues.  The list was pretty long but things like getting older, not able to do some of the simplest things I once did, such has work with my hands, repairing fencing, driving screws, even pulling out  20 pounds of garbage from the trash compacter and carrying the bag out to the trash barrels along side of our garage, were things fighting for solutions.  Of course, there are no solutions to such problems, that is, making everything new, or younger, to put it bluntly.  I kept telling myself to do just those things I could do and let the rest go but I didn’t want to grow older and I didn’t want to live without doing the most basic of things I once did for myself and my family.  Having a job and making a living is something I started living without 6 years ago, almost seven now, and that hasn’t gone away even though I work at adjusting to it, aging, I mean.  Not working, due to my physical condition, or lack thereof, to be more specific.,   is as awkward adjusting to on a perpetual bases as going blind.  Boy, am I glad I lost my sight at age twelve and not in my later years of retirement.  Anyway, I could list a dozen things which have been pestering me emotionally over the last few months, or even longer, but getting ill the other night helped me focus on what was wrong; not because I wanted to either, but because the Lord wasn’t getting my attention due to all the mental and emotional complaining and belly aching I have been doing.

I’m going to continue this in a followup message lest I get carried away and try and cram everything that comes to mind in a single message, smile.

Phil.