Sunny Sunay

 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....

Rainy Saturday

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.....

 

How can this be?

 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????

Smoke from Canada???

 All day the air outside has had a weird yellow-orange color. Very odd, I'd say.

Bern tells me it's smoke from wildfires in Canada.

I looked at the map--seems to me that's quite a distance for smoke to come.

Or else those are some huge wildfires.

I've since heard on radio that the smoke could be dangerous to folks with lung conditions and isn't good for anyone.

Smoke from Canada--who would have imagined that?

Stay inside if you're in CT or anywhere north of here....

What an idiot...

OK, today proves it.

I am a world-class idiot.

Bern told me she'd heard about wrecks in Litchfield and on I-84 and I should leave a little later for Bible Study.

I said I'd leave a little later--like 15 minutes.

Than should have meant 11:15, not 11:45!

I was on the road to Waterbury when I got a call from the church that they were wondering if I was ok.

It was 12:15--class starts at noon.

We called it off.

And I am, without a doubt, a terrible idiot....

 

Not that hot

Weather folks don't always get it right--thank goodness!

It was supposed to be near 100 degrees today but landed in the low 80's.

That would normally feel hot--but not when they told you it would be much hotter.

What should be much hotter is the pressure on our so-called president.

He is bombing Iran AGAIN!

He is attacking our health care system.

He is trying to get our life insurance companies to invest in (his) crypto-currancy (which I don't even understand what that is....)

He is obviously 'loosing it' in many ways.

What can we do?

That's what I keep waiting to know.

ICE is being curtailed in Maine after two killings and much protest.

Why not everywhere?

Life is hard even though its not that hot....

 

Sunday off....

 One Sunday off a month is fine with me. I don't even feel bad about not going to church--I've handled that.

I talked to my first cousin, M., a short time ago. I love her so. She was my companion as an only child. We had 12 other first cousins on my mother's side. I was the youngest until my childless aunt and uncle adopted D. M. and I decided only the three of us--M., D., and me--are still alive except maybe D., who cut himself off from the family years ago, so we don't know.

Talking with her makes me feel young again. Her little dog was in her lap and our dog, Brigit was by my side until Bern came come--then Brigit ran down to greet her.

Talking to M. is a lot like going to church--God is involved....