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Thursday, February 3rd, 2005
|"I never could get the hang of Thursdays."
The above quotation is, of course, from Arthur Dent, hero (or victim?) of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
Right now, on this particular Thursday, I'm caffeinating myself, reading the paper, getting ready to step in the shower. Gotta do a nice old lady's funeral today, followed by a tempting funeral dinner at church. (My congregation retains the traditions of hospitality that mean so much.) There's a whole lot of newfallen snow outside, so I may have to do lots of scraping to get my car ready. Busy, busy, busy. Better get another cup of coffee. Entschuldigung. Ich jaege die wilde Kuppe Kaffee. Gibt es etwas herum? Da ist ihre Spur! Jene ist eine Grosse! Ich werde folgen.
|Better Fasting through Atkins
So, Harriet was razzing me at the funeral dinner over my being on a low-carb diet. Finally, she said, "I think I'll go get some DESSERT," and got up to fetch it. I said, "Didn't you know that Jesus was on a low-carb diet?" She paused in mid-step, halfway to the dessert table, and gave me a surprised look, waiting. I said, "Don't you remember where he said, 'I have meat to eat ye wot not of?'"
|Grrr . . .
DO YOU FEAR THE WIND?
Do you fear the force of the wind,
The slash of the rain ?
Go face them and fight them,
Be savage again.
Go hungry and cold like the wolf,
Go wade like the crane.
The palms of your hands will thicken,
The skin of your cheek will tan--
You'll grow ragged and swarthy and weary,
But -- you'll walk like a man.
-- -- Hamlin Garland(1899)
Found this on a Philmont-related website. Garland wrote this at the home of Daniel Carter Beard.
|Drowning in . . . STUFF
I can't find my Passport, and I need it. I can't find anything anymore, come to think of it. My filing system is like Scrooge McDuck's. He went looking for a long-held receipt, which was in a huge storage building. Its file number was "6U-90L." When he entered the building with his nephews, there was a single cavernous room with a gigantic heap of paper in it. The receipt's number meant "approximately six feet up from the bottom of the stack and ninety feet in from the left wall."
I guess I am a victim of my own success. I am in my seventh year of pastoring this church, which is great. But I have never lived in any one house that long before (including when I was growing up). Consequently, I have never had to, you know, clean house to organize things. We just moved.
Well, since I don't want to move any time soon, I'd better set aside some serious cleaning, sorting, pitching, and organizing time. (Groan)