Husband of the year.
I get very bored on long flights. I don't stay in bed for 5 hours, never mind sit in one place.
If you know about my occasional issues with air travel your prayers are appreciated by me and the other passengers who will be on that plane.
My list of chores to complete before we leave the house Thursday morning is getting shorter but still requires that I keep pressing. This afternoon I'll get a haircut and work on my slides. Tomorrow's list includes cleaning the barn and the coop.
Note: I'm sitting in a Starbuck's now while Pam is at ladies Bible study at the church offices. I'll probably finish this post tonight, so that explains the messed up verb tenses.
Sales of Questions In Dispensationalism don't qualify as brisk, but I'm pleased with the early response. I hope I get feedback from readers, even if it's stones thrown.
I did some research about Long Island this morning. Good grief!! the west end of the island includes Queens and Brooklyn which explains why the island is one of the most densely populated places in the U.S. with more than 5,000 people per square mile. If Long Island were a state it would be the 8th most populous in the country. The east end of the island where I'll be is classified as semi-rural, incredibly White/European, and predominately wealthy.
I've been thinking the last few days about this information age and how people are changing as a result. We have almost unlimited access to data of all sorts thanks to the internet. Eastport, the word exsanguination (I looked it up a few days ago), carb rebuilds on a '66 Mustang, the location of the nearest office supply store....
Yet I have the sense that people are dummer than ever. They have more information, more data, and that wonderful access to even more, but too many of them have lost the ability to think critically, to look beyond data, to consider foundational principles and evaluate ideas thoughtfully.
And they don't care. That's what REALLY bugs me. They think having data makes them smart, bestows the label enlightened on them.
Ah, c'mon. A cheap computer can hold massive amounts of data, but it can't think. At least not yet. Only humans are sentient beings and we're at real risk of losing that through atrophy.
OK, I'm going to turn off curmudgeon mode now.
Last night we watched a Masterpiece Theater program we'd recorded from our local PBS affiliate on the Bronte sisters titled "The Walk Invisible." OUTSTANDING! I didn't know much of anything about them; I thought there were two, not three. If you ever come across it it's a must-see!! One of the best two hours you'll get out of your TV this year.
I knew the word interred, which means to bury someone. Today I learned the word inurned. It means to put someone's ashes in an urn.
This raises the possibilities for all kinds of words. Insead? Ingardened? Intrashed?
I decided I didn't feel like going out again this afternoon just to come home and leave for small group. I'll get my haircut tomorrow.
I called Delta to see if I could get a seat assignment early to increase my chances of getting a bulkhead or exit row seat and the extra room that comes with it. If I have an episode it can prevent a total FAIL if I can put my head between my knees.
Oops. Discount ticket means they get to choose my seat and no upgrades are possible. Not even to an aisle seat. That pretty much guarantees I'll be in the last row, middle seat.
Without divulging enough to scare her into preemptively kicking me off the flight I told her about the occasional issues I have and that extra leg room would allow me to bend over.
She suggested I be the first in line when the gate agent shows up at the desk and explain my situation.
The Eugene/Seattle flight leaves at 11:20 a.m.. I'll be there at Oh-Dark-30 if it will help!
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