That quote up there is a bit smarmy for my tastes but I picked it because the guy's name is almost as long as the quote. And who but the French could come up with a last name that impossible to pronounce?
OK, maybe the Welsh.
Pam makes my lunch and dinner but I fix my own b'fast, mostly because I'm up so crazy early and get hungry before she's awake. I have eggs (scrambled or fried) and meat (BACON or sausage) two mornings and on the third have waffles that she makes and freezes and Canadian bacon (note well the lower case here).
This morning's b'fast was my best work. I had four pieces of BACON because when I took my normal three pieces out of the package two of them stuck together. I knew right away it was going to be a good day. (Putting one back was not an option. Doh!)
Then when I flipped the fried eggs the yolks didn't break. Plus, that extra piece of BACON meant a little extra BACON flavor in the eggs that are fried after I cook the BACON.
Yummy.
I love it when a day starts strong.
My torso is disproportionately long for my legs which means I often have trouble finding shirts that are long enough to stay tucked in. Now that the style is to leave shirts untucked that's not much of a problem. Plus, I don't (won't) pay extra for shirts made shorter so as to look right when left untucked.
For some reason the shirt I wore to church this morning was unusually long. Normally that would be fine, but left untucked it looked odd. So, do I tuck it in and look like an old man or leave it out and look just weird?
I hate fashion. The whole concept irritates me. Why can't I wear what's functional? Isn't that the whole idea behind clothes?
Adam: "God, this animal covering is OK but I was really hoping for something in a darker shade of brown, maybe with a button down collar."
Eve: "And I simply cannot go out wearing something so baggy. People will think I'm putting on weight."
This isn't too far away from me. Less than three hours away, just east of Portland. Click on pics #4 and 5 to see the beautiful glass/roof line.
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I don't think I've ever talked as fast as I did in class this morning. I had way too much content and decided that rather than pare it down I'd speed things up.
I almost feel sorry for them.
They're doing a great job of drinking from the Sunday morning fire hose and have figured out not to take me too seriously. At least I hope so, or I'm in big trouble.
David and Marta (our goat mentor) and their daughter Emily with her husband Levy joined us at UFC this morning and we all went to Wendy's for lunch afterward. That was fun. Levy is from rural Kenya and came here shortly after their marriage. He'd never been outside Kenya until they came here about 8 months ago.
I remember a little bit of Swahili from my time in Tanzania and tried it out on Levy but it seemed to confuse him. Then he explained that the Swahili they speak in Kenya is quite different from what's spoken in Tanzania. Emily said, "They say that Swahili was born in Tanzania, got sick in Kenya, and died in Uganda." Apparently the Swahili spoken in Tanzania is fairly formal and proper. So the normal greeting there - Habari Gani (How are you) in Kenya becomes just Habari.
My next read arrives via UPS tomorrow: "How to Read the Bible for All It's Worth." I read it years and years ago but need to give it a thorough reread. It looks like I'll be teaching a class for adults on Hermeneutics and I think I'll use that as a text. The authors (Thomas and Gundry) are solid and the book is good. There are a couple of places where their charismatic leanings come through but those can be easily dealt with and don't outweigh the book's value.
I'm going to make another batch of walnut squares tonight. Faith, our super-good executive secretary, asked for the recipe. Actually, she pretty much begged for the recipe. "I don't really bake but for those I'll make an exception." So I'll take a photocopy of mom's recipe and a plate of them for her to take home, with the proviso that she has to share them with her husband Garrett.
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