Just a bottle

I'm not sure which looks more like a water bottle. Unfortunately, the one with ridges one took way too long to fingerpaint. I hope you do know these doodles are made with my stubby fingers on my phone and not any painstakingly brainstormed or time intensive endetvour. Just a picture to add to my thoughts. I think in pictures somtimes. Do you?
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I'm alive and well and actually made it out of the house to church today which is a cause for a few hallelujahs not only because my first official meal was a delicious thanksgiving feast and I am so happy to be a part of my church's first thanksgiving meal, but also because I have no idea what I would have done with 8 pounds of salad that expires tomorrow. It was wonderful even though I was lightheaded and had to rush home before I passed out.
I am so thankful for my housemates and all the well-wishers the last few days. One housemate brought me gatorade and
Saltines which I subsisted on for two days. Then the other housemate caught me trying to eat a can of spaghettios (Am I the only one who really likes spaghettios? They must be selling to someone.), scolded me on food poisoning do's and don'ts (from experience) and made me rice porridge. I had attempted to make a batch in the rice cooker at 4am but fell asleep until 8am and the rice had cooked to a slightly mushy, but no longer porridge, consistency. Now I know how simple stove top porridge is to make. Why did I pay for congee all these years?
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About the bottles.
One of the couples at church collects empty water bottles to recycle for laundry money and were exasperated to discover someone had discarded a nearly full bottle. It's funny how sometimes you have more than you need and disregard what you have and other times just desire a sip of water to quench a nagging thirst.
Someone else at church had his bike stolen. He doesn't have a home at the moment so he had everything he owns attached to that bike. He came with whatever he was wearing, which was all that he had. I wanted to give him Jbears xmas vest, but I had moved my xmas stash to my bedroom. Sometimes I don't realize how big it is just to have a bedroom. I don't know if he would have accepted it anyways. He said not having to lug his stuff everywhere was a freeing experience. I looked at my ski jacket and his thin cotton sweater while standing in the afternoon drizzle. I asked well surely you must need some things, it sure is cold outside. He shook his head.
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I started sorting things to sell or give away a week ago but got very hung up on a bag of items I still really enjoy, haven't used recently because they've been stored away, but would be willing to use still. A pretty clear sign of too much. Like seeing an old toy as shiny and new again I didn't want to them give away in fear someone wouldn't appreciate it or it'd sit in a store unused until eventually tossed. We cling to things while speaking of freedom from our lips.
Be appreciative of everything. But don't just stop there. Share some of the things you're appreciative of and someone else may do the same. They won't be there forever anyways.
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Bsf finished up the book of Acts. I wish I was there from the beginning, I can't shake Acts 4:32-37.
All the believers were one in heart and mind. No one claimed that any of his possesions was his own, but they shared everything they had. ... There were no needy persons among them. ...
Can you imagine a world with no needy people? It sounds really beautiful.