Tuesday, December 25, 2018
"Maybe Christmas - the Grinch thought - doesn't come from a store." - Dr. Seuss
We're home. Ugh.
Drove 6 hours, spent almost exactly 24 hours in Seattle, and then drove 6 hours home. I'm whooped.
It was a good visit, seeing mom and sibs. We all went out for dinner Monday to celebrate her turning 96 and sat at a table next to a family I've known since childhood. It was fun seeing the Webbers.
After dinner we went back to the home where mom lives to visit more and then have two family Christmas traditions: Swedish rice Scott made and brought over from Spokane and cinnamon rolls Mimi made. Too good.
At 7:30 I'm ready for bed and I'm only staying up long enough to make sure I sleep into tomorrow. But I'm very glad we made the trip, we enjoyed the time with family, and realize there's a limited number of opportunities to spend time with mom.
When we first got to Seattle Pam and I met Scott and Mark at Berean, the church where we grew up, and got a tour of the remodel that is 99% done. WHAT a change! Outstanding, and is a huge improvement both aesthetically and functionally. Impressive.
LeBron James last week said NFL owners are a group of old rich guys with a slave owner mentality.
This week he posted song lyrics on his Instagram account about "Jewish money."
"Hello, this is Pot calling Kettle."
Most cars have a buzzer that warns if you try to leave the car with the keys in the ignition or your seatbelt isn't fastened. A 21 year old car also buzzes if you leave the headlights on (no "auto" setting), And in the case of a '97 Blazer the buzzer is very loud. They did a good job of making it so annoying that you will fix whatever they've decided is wrong.
Unfortunately, there seems to be a short somewhere. The buzzer started going off briefly when I drove over rough road, a pot hole, etc. By the time we were halfway home it was sounding off for no apparent reasons and not stopping for a few minutes each time.
If this continues you'll find me taking the dash apart until I find that buzzer unit, pulling it out, and pitching it as far as my 68-year old arm can toss it.
If the headlights get left on and the battery goes dead - so be it. We'll take that risk.
We picked up Buddy from the people who fostered him before we adopted him and who graciously agreed to watch him while we were gone.
Tomorrow we'll pick up Dolly who spent the weekend at Marta's with Chisolm and should come back pregnant. Stella will go over in about 5 weeks for her tryst with Chisolm. So come spring we'll have a barn full of kids.
Back to work tomorrow. I'll meet the the executive pastor to plot the next steps on the projects I've been assigned. I'm eager to make significant progress.
OK, a cup of coffee, a piece or two of cardamon toast, and BED.
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