Wednesday, April 25, 2012

"Fathers send their sons to college either because they went to college or because they didn't." - L.L. Henderson





He's now available, ladies.
A man in Florida went hog hunting with his girlfriend. He left her in the tent to go looking for a hog he thought he heard in the bush, and shot in the direction of the sounds. Unfortunately, he didn't actually look to see that she was still in the tent with him before leaving. Yep, it was her. The bullet hit both of her legs and she's in serious condition.

It's early and I already have more lilies than I had all last year. Sophomore success. I think putting them in bigger pots and raising the pots so they're shallower made the difference.

I'm working with the elders at Pathway, teaching them how to prepare and deliver sermons. I don't expect them to preach like a professional who does it as their livelihood but I think it's good for them and the church if they can step in when necessary. I met with Todd earlier this week to work on the message he'll give next month when I'm in Seattle. I'm enjoying this process and they're doing a great job.

Todd's will be #3 in a series titled "Pause Play." When life is coming at you like a video game on warp speed and you're feeling overwhelmed it may be time to hit Pause Play and make sure you have the basics in place, the truths essential to dealing with the crises that will come along. It's not a question of if, but when. And if it's not overwhelming now it will be sometime, maybe soon. Let's get a handle on those things now.


Frozen food has no odor. Nothing does if it's frozen, right? So is Antarctica an odor-free zone? That would be boring. Think what it would be like to get on a plane after six months in Antarctica and get off in someplace like Hawaii, or Costa Rica, or Queens. OK, maybe not Queens.

I go to the gym 3-5 times each week and do a workout prescribed by my son Josh, the Crossfit animal. It varies from day to day and often includes pull-ups. Josh posted this on Facebook this morning.
Color me humiliated by a 10-month old.
(Note: this isn't Josh's video or his son. Caedon is 6 and doing headstands.)

The seasonal residents of Sun City, aka snow birds, begin to trickle out around Easter each year. A significant number migrate back north the end of April. Verily, a flock. So especially this week we see Buicks loaded to the gills driving out of our neighborhood. By the time the softies are all gone 25% of the houses will be empty, unattended until next fall.

I told Gerry, who has a house up the street from us, that I'd look in on his place while he's back in Minnesota for the summer. Just make sure there aren't any burst supply lines, that the fridge is still working, that kind of thing. But I'll also run water in the sinks and flush the toilets every week or so. It is so dry here that the water in the traps will evaporate, allowing sewer gasses and critters to enter the house. (Gross.)

The other day I told someone who wrote me a very nice message that she was too apologetic. The message was full of "Don't want to bother you" and "Only if you have time," etc. I enjoyed the email and was happy to answer the interesting question.
I heard back today...and she apologized for being so apologetic.

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