We're coming up on the one-year anniversary of dad's death (Christmas Day).
I find myself more emotionally touched by the grief of George W. Bush than I was by my own dad's death. Maybe that's because watching the president grieve brings up feelings I still have from the time right after dad's passing from this life to the next, but whatever the reason it surprises me how quickly my eyes get moist watching President George W. and Laura. And the pics of the service dog Sully laying by the casket....goodness! That's a heart tug if ever there was one.
He was sure a good man.
I pulled into the church parking lot this morning and parked with Sally's nose slightly higher than her rear end because the lot has a slope. Put her in Park, took my foot off the brake...and rolled backward. Yikes! The peg that goes in a hole inside the transmission wasn't going all the way in allowing the car to roll backward.
So I pulled on the parking brake (which I don't normally use). The handle and rod came off in my hand.
Now what??
I started up the car and parked with the nose down and against a curb stop. Until I can get it back into the shop Thursday I can only park on level ground. I'm pretty sure it's just a matter of adjusting the linkage which has loosened since I got the car back last week (this problem just developed so he probably didn't get something tight enough). I'll also have him reconnect the parking brake while he's got it up on the lift. Having that thing functioning seems like a good idea.
Sally runs SO well with the new engine that it's frustrating to have this issue.
I'm not sure it gets more poignant than this.
Tonight is the UFC staff Christmas party. I'm assuming all the interns will be there too, which means it should be a group about the size of some of the churches I pastored.
If you know me you understand how very much I'm looking forward to this. There are few things I enjoy more than confined spaces with loads of people I don't know very well (yet).
I'm thinking of it in terms of Christian service.
I have the lower level of walnut squares in the oven as I write this. When they come out in about 5 minutes I'll take Buddy for a walk and feed the goats while the base layers cool. Then I'll make and put on the icing.
Yesterday Pam said, "Walnut squares might be outside your wheelhouse."
Pshaw! I got this.
(She said that when I asked what "stiff" meant when describing beaten egg whites. Beat 'em. Beat 'em real good.)
After I feed the goats I'll take a shower and we'll head into town for that party.
I've heard rumors of some kind of group game after dinner. Oh boy! I can hardly wait!
Is curmudgeon the correct spelling??
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