Of pirates and pussycats
Anna came down for a couple of nights to decompress. At the same time, Deanne went off to her convention in Branson, and I had a lull in my week. I had bought a toy cutlass at the Fall Fun Rally. A bandana and my old toy flintlock pistol produced this Professional Pirate in Training:
Ready for Anything
We like to never got any of that gear away from him, either. : )
By the time Anna and the grandcubs went back to their temporary digs outside Munchkinland, I was exhausted. I love having everybody visit, but it's not exactly a rest home when there are little boys on the prowl. I got a really good nap in yesterday morning, though, and a good night's sleep last night.
This morning, I taught Cooking Merit Badge 8:30-2:30 at the church. I came home wiped out. Read a bit, gruntled the kitties, ate some supper. It has turned cold, so I finally turned on the furnace. Just a few moments ago, I looked down to my left, and this is what I saw:
Lightning Likes the Warmth
Deanne is a couple of hours into her return trip home. I'm spending a quiet evening here. Sermon is in the bag. Charge Conference stuff is ready; just gotta make copies for others and get signatures on originals.
Meanwhile, prayers: Praying for a colleague whose son killed himself this week. Praying for a friend just out of jail. Praying for Brian that he gets a new job. Praying that Anna and Brian's house in Virginia Beach sells quickly. Praying for the congregation and many other peoples and causes.
Ready for Anything
We like to never got any of that gear away from him, either. : )
By the time Anna and the grandcubs went back to their temporary digs outside Munchkinland, I was exhausted. I love having everybody visit, but it's not exactly a rest home when there are little boys on the prowl. I got a really good nap in yesterday morning, though, and a good night's sleep last night.
This morning, I taught Cooking Merit Badge 8:30-2:30 at the church. I came home wiped out. Read a bit, gruntled the kitties, ate some supper. It has turned cold, so I finally turned on the furnace. Just a few moments ago, I looked down to my left, and this is what I saw:
Lightning Likes the Warmth
Deanne is a couple of hours into her return trip home. I'm spending a quiet evening here. Sermon is in the bag. Charge Conference stuff is ready; just gotta make copies for others and get signatures on originals.
Meanwhile, prayers: Praying for a colleague whose son killed himself this week. Praying for a friend just out of jail. Praying for Brian that he gets a new job. Praying that Anna and Brian's house in Virginia Beach sells quickly. Praying for the congregation and many other peoples and causes.