Tomorrow, the 13th, is Pam's birthday.
X - 4 = Y, where X is her age and Y is the year of her birth (last two digits).
On the way home from the gym I went to Walgreen's and got her a card. I'll go to bed early to recover from the experience.
We don't give each other gifts; stopped that a long time ago for all the obvious reasons. But we still do cards, so long as the "we" part of that is interpreted somewhat loosely.
I don't know why I hate shopping as much as I do. That would make a great study for the "nature or nurture" folks. I think they'd have a pretty large sample for the research, including almost all of the males I know.
Shopping for cards ranks as perhaps the most unpleasant form of shopping. The sincere cards are sappy and the funny cards aren't. At least the funny cards at Walgreen's aren't. So I spent 30 minutes browsing through the birthday cards and picked out the least dumb one.
You'd think that as much as I dislike shopping for cards I'd have picked out a Valentine's Day card at the same time and had it all over and done. Nope. I'm not that smart. So I have to go back tomorrow and do it all over again.
It's a VERY good thing that Pam is not a high-maintenance wife. And that she IS long-suffering.
I've said it before, we get some great news stories here. One from yesterday got picked up by some of the national outlets, so you may have seen it.
This guy from out of town owns a rental here - a 700 square foot shack in a lousy neighborhood. But the tenant he leased it to in 1995 always paid his rent on time so the owner didn't worry about anything. One day a few years ago the owner came to town and stopped by the place, but the guy living there didn't look like the same guy who signed the lease. Said he was, and the rent checks kept coming in, so again he didn't worry about it.
But then the rent checks stopped. So the owner drove to town and found the place empty. Well, empty of any tenant. The place was full...of trash. A complete dump. So he started at the front of the house and began hauling stuff to the dumpster. He gets back to the bathroom and sees that the tub has a piece of plywood over the top of it. Under the plywood is a whole lot of sand. And under the sand is a mummified body. The coroner says it's been there for years.
So far they don't know who it is or how long the body has been there. But they're assuming it's the original renter.
It gets hot here, but it's a dry heat.
This Sunday at Pathway Bible Church we'll be in Genesis 17. I typically send out an email early in the week with a suggestion on how to prepare so as to get the most out of Sunday's sermon. Usually it's in the form of an assignment: "Read the passage and look for _________." I sent out this week's email a few minutes ago and the assignment is to find the structure built into this chapter. And I gave them a hint: the key to finding a structure if there is one often lies in finding words or phrases that are repeated at intervals.
Wanna join the fun? Have at it. And let me know if you find it!
Montana: Land of the Big Sky, the Unabomer, right wing crazies, and very little else.
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