We have a kitchen towel with 15 different animals on it and the term to call a group of those animals.
I don't think I knew more than 2 or 3 before the towel.
See how you do....
*A Leap of Salmon
*A Prickle of Hedgehogs
*A Trip of Hares
*A Skulk of Foxes
*A Parliament of Owls
*A Plump of Seals
*A Bouquet of Pheasants
*A Squabble of Seagulls
*A Murder of Crows
*A Paddling of Ducks
*A Romp of Otters
*A Crown of Kingfishers
*A Cete of Badgers
*A Leash of Deer
*A Circus of Puffins
How did you do?
Bern loves the Olympics--watches all she can.
I do it on Youtube for the things I like.
I think I'm a bigger sports fan than her--my fandom is baseball, basketball and football.
She love tennis.
Not me.
But still we've been married all these years.
Sports hasn't come between us.
Thankfully....
I can't print it because I didn't write it down--I 'winged it'.
I've been preaching long enough to 'wing it' with ease. But this was too easy. John's Gospel for yesterday contained the feeding of the 5000 and Jesus walking on water to save his disciples boat and their lives in a storm.
And when he stepped on board, the storm ended and the were moved miles to arrive where they were headed.
Lots of stuff to talk about there.
In the back of the church were boxes and baskets full of clothes and food. So the people of the parish feed the hungry and clothe those who need it.
The 'walking on water' part lends itself to talk of sharing your faith and getting others to the other side of the lake.
Good stuff to talk about. I ended with this poem by Mary Oliver called "Logos".
Why worry about the loaves and fishes?
If you say the right words, the wine expands.
If you say them with love
and the felt ferocity of that love
and the felt necessity of that love,
the fish explode into many.
Imagine him, speaking,
and don’t worry about what is reality,
or what is plain, or what is mysterious.
If you were there, it was all those things.
If you can imagine it, it is all those things.
Eat, drink, be happy.
Accept the miracle.
Accept, too, each spoken word
spoken with love.
I went for my allergy shots at Waterbury Hospital today and when the nurse I wasn't very familiar with asked me how I was doing, I told her about my knees. She listened and told me the bone doctors might have injections to help me.
God bless her.
I'll call on Monday and get an appointment if between now and then I can remember what a bone doctor is called.
I'll google it.
That should work.
The support for Kamala Harris has been amazing.
They raised $100 million in 48 hours.
Democratic leaders have endorsed her in total.
She is ahead of Trump in the first polls.
Let's go, Kamala!!!
Joe is out of it as of today. He won't accept the nomination and urges Democrats to let his Vice-President Harris have it.
I'm not sure how I feel yet.
I was on his side and wanted him to stay in.
But all those high-ranking Democrats who asked him to step back know much more than I do..
They thought he would lose to the Devil Incarnate.
Whoever they nominated might lose too.
Alas and alack.
Bern cried when she heard.
I haven't cried but I've wondered a lot since then.
I'll vote for Kamala or whoever they nominate.
I'm a Democrat to the core.
And I hate the orange hair guy.
We'll see.
I went to my allergist today--Dr. R.
He's a great guy. Been going to him for 25 years or so.
I get shots every two weeks and take meds.
I have had no symptoms for several years now.
Asthma is not something you want. I'm not kidding.
So, I appreciate him and the nurses who give me shots and the meds I take more than I can tell you.
Thank you God, for all that....
