I messed up my computer real bad.
I 'signed out' instead of hitting 'sleep' last night and couldn't get back on. Besides that, the picture that came up to sign in had been on for weeks and when I tried to open the computer, it told me I couldn't.
I explained it all to Bern.
She unplugged it and plugged it in again and it worked!
"Always 're-boot'," she told me.
I had assumed 're-boot' meant to kick the computer across the room twice.
So, she's why I'm able to write this.
I love her so.
I love Bern so much that I went to Costco with her today.
The credit card I use gives us cash to spend at Costco. This year we got $367.42 from them in a gift certificate.
So we went.
I would rather go to the 5th ring of hell than to Costco.
It is so big and so crowded and the carts are huge and I get very tired walking around in it and paranoid about the crowds and size of it.
When I die, if an angel asks me, "You want to go to Hell or Costco?" I'll answer as loudly as I can when dead, "Hell, you idiot! Now!"
We got over 200 dollars in cash back and I got some shorts, tee shirts and underwear out of it.
But I would never go again.
When we got home, Bern told me we can deposit the gift certificate in the bank, which I didn't know, and said she never wanted to go to Costco again.
That's my woman and why I love her so.
I just needed a couple of things from the store--nothing vital--but, like a dummy I went out in the rain to go to Big Y.
Even with a raincoat and umbrella, I got drenched getting to the car--maybe 20 feet--and from the car to Big Y--even closer.
So, I got the few things and when I came out of the store, the sun was trying to break through and no rain.
My raincoat is still on the front porch. It won't dry out soon!
Hope you stayed home if you live in this part of CT.
Then a friend who works at Big Y told me most people drown in their car. "They get stuck in water and then deeper water and can't open their doors," he said.
Just what I needed to hear, having driven through a downpour....
I don't get soccer (or 'football' as most of the world calls it).
It goes on forever and there's almost no scoring.
Yet the crowds chant and cheer and sing to whole time.
And videos from Spain showed what must have been 3/4 of the country on the streets in the middle of the night celebrating.
Nevermind the penalties--they run into each other and kick each other all game long...what makes some of that a foul?
But I did like this about the World Cup Championship game--how loudly and long they boo-ed our 'so-called president'.
That may have made soccer my favorite sport....
Church went well. No musician but we sang "Morning has Broken" for the processional and "Amazing Grace" for the recessional and both went well. But miss Michael a lot....
On the way up to church (30 miles) I was just out of Thomaston and heard these weird sounds (pop, bang) that seemed to be coming from my driver's side door. I was perplexed and worried.
Then I stopped at a red light in Litchfield and after that, the sounds were gone. I think the car I drove behind for 7 or 8 miles, must have been backfiring.
I also got paid for a wedding I did a month ago. I'd let the couple know by email several times and it finally came in the mail yesterday, which I only picked up when I was about to leave for church today.
I love that little church--16 people today but a great coffee hour and lots of conversation.
How lucky can an old guy get?
A great life-long wife, two wonderful kids, 4 grandchildren...all a man could want....
Great sunny Sunday--not even too hot....
I've been inside most of the day.
I wrote my sermon about Jesus sowing seeds.
I know nothing about sowing seeds. I'm a gardening idiot. If it weren't for Bern I'd cement over the yards. But she's in charge--won't even let me cut the grass 'cause I don't do it right.
But I did go out to the drug store to get a perscription refilled. (My computer tells me I misspelled the 'p-word' in that last sentence but I don't know how to fix it.)
I also got a box of large paper-clips. I don't know why but I love having paper-clips and haven't any for a while.
Sermon and paper-clips: not a bad rainy day.....
My youngest child is turning 48 soon.
How can this be?
I was 31 when birth occurred and 48 when they were leaving for college and life of their own.
How can I be this old?
Is the calendar wrong?
Am I in a trance?
My baby is going to be 48.
How can this be????
