Warm Monday

I woke up at 6:30 am, really early for me. I finished a novel I was reading in bed and tried to go back to sleep and couldn't.

Monday turned out to be warm. It's 80 or so. Tomorrow is supposed to get to 90.

I complain so much about the cold that I know better to complain about heat--you can't have it both ways is what I think.

So, if it were 130 degrees in the shade I wouldn't complain out loud.

Truth is, I'd like it to be 65-70 year round!

Bern thought the Library was going to be closed for a week so I went and checked out so many books I could hardly carry them.

But when I asked a librarian she told me they were changing out the computers and you'd have to check out books the old fashion way rather than on one of the machines.

Well, I have enough to read for a while.

Reading takes up most of my time--besides playing Hearts on-line.

I don't watch TV until 7 pm weekdays for Jepordy (however it's spelled!) I watch a bit of news but our President (it shouldn't be a capital 'P' for him) ruins that most days.

So, welcome Monday! Glad to be around for you....

 

Church today

 It all went well.

Great hymns, open front door, good readers, wondrous coffee hour (the strawberry desert was great!)

I even got away with my sermon.

But I looked around at the crowd and only saw 5  people who I think are younger than me.

I pass a Evangelical church called Cornerstone in Cheshire on my way to I 84. They have four services and a huge parking lot. On the way up they're having their first service and the lot is packed. On my way back the third service is ending and two policeman are there to clear the lot.

What are they serving up?

I should go and talk to them and see what I can discern.

(I may have posted about Cornerstone Church before--I'm a bit obcessed by their crowds.)

Bet they don't have Eucharist....

 

Best Dog Ever

 I don't remember her name when we got her from the rescue group, but she showed fear when we said it, so we called her BRIGIT.

And she is the best dog ever!

Well, except when she barks....

She didn't bark for a couple of years, but she must have 'felt at home' and started barking.

Barking to let us know someone is on our porch is not the problem.

The problem is, we eat dinner in the TV room, She gets a little from Bern's plate but since Bern eats faster than I do, when I finish she starts barking, wanting scraps.

I figured out a solution and it's worked so far.

Bern gets up to leave and I get up as well. I walk to the door to the hallway and either give Bern my plate or carry it down.

Brigit doesn't bark, but follows us and gets a treat from my plate while we're cleaning up the kitchen.

Seems to work.

And restores her 'best dog ever' title....

At Big Y

I was checking out with things for dinner (my turn today!) and heard someone behind me answer their phone and said what sounded like "Hey, Bern!"

I turned around and a man was getting a soft drink out of the cooler and looked just like my son, Josh.

I almost said, "What are you doing here?" when the man turned toward me and had a brown, turning gray beard.

It wasn't Josh, no matter what I had thought, and why would Josh have said 'Bern' instead of 'Mom'?

If I keep seeing my long-dead father on the back deck and my son at Big Y I may have to evaluate my senses a bit.

Maybe the cool, rainy May is a time for seeing what isn't there.

I'll keep my eyes open....

 

Writing my sermon

I wrote my sermon for this coming Sunday today. It's about stories of the resurrected Jesus.

I'm not comfortable writing about the resurrected Jesus because I've never met someone who was dead that was alive again.

Until recently....

I went out on our back porch at dusk to smoke a cigarette--yes, I smoke, get over it!--and saw my father sitting in one of the deck chairs.

My father has been dead for decades and I was both horrified and fascinated to see him.

My heart almost stopped--or beat faster--I'm not sure which.

I turned on the porch light and put on my glasses and saw the various things on our deck and deck railings that made me think it was my father.

Seeing a dead person alive doesn't compute.

It explains why the disciples were so confused by the resurrected Jesus.

They knew it was him, BUT....stuff like that doesn't happen.

We all need to keep our eyes open and our hearts ready to see proof of the Resurrected Jesus in our lives.

Keep looking.

Keep looking.

Then, keep on looking....

 

Don the Dunce

When falling asleep on camera in the middle of a meeting is only a minor one of many offenses, you know you're in trouble.

Our President (it took all my courage just to type that!) is always starting useless wars, insulting women reporters--calling them 'stupid' or worse--getting facts wrong and saying gas is cheap and he 'doesn't think about the financial plight of Americans.

What can be done?

We're on tract to either oligarchy or financial ruin.

Where's the 25th Amendment?

I think it should be tried....

Or else we have 2 1/2 years of chaos left....

That can't go well. 

Mother's Day

 I got Bern a flower arrangement, white chocolates and a card.

She doesn't like white chocolates--so I got them!

Got her some chocolate chocolates when I went to pick up fish and chips for dinner.

Sent emails to my daughter and my soon to be ex-daughter in law. (Don't ask, I'll explain another time.)

Not a very busy day, but I am so lucky to have met her in Latin class when I was a Senior and she was a Freshman in high school.

She hasn't 'made' my life--she 'is' my life....

Happy Mother's Day to those out there in blog land.