It's 4 p.m. and we don't have kids. Sundae is groaning with each breath but she's been doing that for almost 36 hours. What we thought was labor turns out to be somewhat normal goat behavior.
When Pam was 9 months pregnant with Steve we went to the hospital with what we were certain amounted to significant labor that indicated birth was imminent. They checked and told us to come back in a few hours when the real thing had started.
How were we to know?? We'd never done this before.
We did go back several hours later and this time they said, "Yep, this is the real thing." Nobody expected (or wanted) her to be in significant labor for the next eighteen hours. But she gave birth naturally to a kid who weighed 10 lbs., 5 oz. and was 24" long. That took some serious effort.
I read an article today on USAToday.com about baseball players returning to the use of protective cups after a couple of serious injuries from pitches that were foul tipped and hit the batter in the groin. One company advertises that their cup can take a bullet.
Who would do this?????
I think I mentioned in last night's post that I had coffee yesterday with our pastor. He's mid-50's, super nice, and the kind of guy I find a little intimidating. He's cool and you can tell he has been his entire life. He played sports, was a good student, is good looking, does things like go bear hunting (which is why I'm preaching Sunday) and instantly likable. Because I was/am none of those things I feel a little out of my league when we talk or have coffee, which we do from time to time. There is absolutely nothing in his demeanor or conduct that betrays the least bit of hubris; he's as ordinary as they come. My unease is about me, not him.
I'd requested the coffee klatch in order to tell him about two things Pam and I have talked several times about re. our church. When introducing the second topic I started with a disclaimer.
"This probably make me sound like a dirty old man and responsible for a #MeToo social media post."
I mention it here because I suspect it's a problem in more churches than just ours. It may be a particular issue at UFC because we're a larger church (800-1,000 depending on the time of year) and have a larger-than-average number of young adults because many from the U of O attend.
I told Brett I don't look forward to summer at UFC because of the immodesty in the dress of many females. Granted, we live in the woods, but it seems ironic and sad that the place where I face the most temptation of the flesh is at church.
He agreed and told me I'm not a dirty old man (just old). We agreed the problem is not restricted to young ladies; too many middle age women also dress immodestly. And we wondered about the cluelessness or naïveté' of parents who don't teach and/or intervene.
Methinks the apostles Peter and Paul would have a conniption fit.
HUGE soprano voice. She was the daughter of a Swedish dairy farmer who was disappointed she didn't stay to help on the farm. Instead she became the most important and famous soprano of her era and is still recognized as the best Wagnerian soprano of all time.
I enjoyed learning about her life and career. It was really pretty interesting, the more so because she was a bit of a personality who refused to be the passive role player in a patriarchal environment. But they said she was also very down to earth, the product of a childhood spent on a rural dairy farm.
After a trip into town for supplies I got the wall painted and the tile ember barrier installed. Depending on Sundae's progress I'll go into Midgley's tomorrow and order the stove. They have a two week lead time on installation.
I believe in coincidence if you spell the word with an upper case C.
We saw a Midgley's ad on TV last night that said all their Lopi stoves are now $200 off. We're getting the Lopi 2500, the smallest one they make.
We've saved for over a year to do this so a $200 savings is a big deal on a purchase that comes in a hair under $4,000. Yep, it's expensive. The stove is half of that amount. The rest is for the chimney, the installation, and the required permit from the county. I could legally install the stove myself but we live in a MoHo, which is like living in a tinder box. Having professionals do the installation seemed like a good idea. I'll do the tile ember barrier on the floor but let them do the critical part.
I'm going to go check on Sundae, feed the critters (except Sundae who isn't eating), and then have dinner myself (with Pam).
Life is good on Baker Rd. T'ank you, Fadder.
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