October 10th, 2005


Where are they now?

For all members of Venture Crew 699 (and its predecessor, Explorer Post 697):

It has been announced that Kati* and her hubby Preston are expecting their first child sometime next May. This will be Kevin & Jessi's first grandchild, and the first great-grandchild in both families. Time marches on!

Kati took part in two treks to Philmont with our crew in 1997 and 1998.

*Kati's (formerly Mary's, formerly Blendall's) married name now escapes me. Sorry.
by himself

A perfect evening

It was a small gathering in the holler, but a great one. caoimhinolorica and wife Jessi came down from Indy to join me, collinsmom and that_guy_zach. We built a nice fire, then proceeded to sit around it and talk. And eat. And drink. Phred couldn't join us, what with church responsibilities and all (a shame, really).

Zach and I finished up the evening around 11:30. I was considering camping out (it was a perfect night for it), but decided that I preferred to sleep in my own bed rather than spend the night alone in the woods. Not that spending the night alone in the woods bothers me -- I just think of camping as mostly a social activity, and I'd had the best of the social-ness already.

Looking ahead to Christmas vacation, I'm thinking we need to have a winter fun cookout at Wildstead, whenever we can get family and friends together for it. I think this'll be the first year in I don't know how long that I have nothing definite church- or venturing-wise that I'm trying to cram into that vacation, so it'll be just for us, and for fun. Kevin & Jessi will be in Ireland, but I'm waiting to find out what plans stryck and anher and siege might have.
hound of heaven

Mr. 'Splainer Man in action

orangesodapop05 had a post about doctor stuff that reminded me of this story. It must be eleven years ago now that I was teaching my Sunday School class at Lynnville: four or five boys all 11-12, who had all just been through confirmation class the previous spring, and all of whom were in my Boy Scout troop. That morning, we had mentioned Jerry (a sixty-ish guy) in worship for special prayer. As we finished up our Sunday School class, we were enumerating prayer requests and getting ready to pray, and I reminded them to pray for Jerry.

"What's wrong with him?" someone asked.

"He has prostate cancer," I replied.

"What's that?"

So I explained that the prostate was a small organ that lay deep inside the hip girdle next to the bladder, and that when they got older, the doctor would check it as part of their regular physical exams.

Nathan promptly volunteered that he had had that checked at his recent physical to go to camp. I told him that what he had had done was undoubtedly a hernia check, because the doctor doesn't check your prostate until you're about forty, and when he does, he puts on a latex glove and has you bend over and he puts his finger very deeply in a very tight place.

You wouldn't think anybody's eyes could get that large, you know?

(Later on, I was telling this to Betty [Jerry's wife] and told her, "They don't need a pastor; they need a urologist." She replied that they were lucky that they had someone like me to explain these things to them.)
by himself

More SCS (Spastic Cat Syndrome)

I come in the door, and there is my widdle kitty, all eager to see me.

O, please pay attention to me pick me up where are you going I'm down here let's go over there could we see if my bowl is empty ooh pet me pet me don't you know I'm down here doncha doncha doncha?

"Ah, my cute little Cuthbert, let me pick you up and cuddle you gently, and tell you how much I . . ."


Little bastard.

By request

caoimhinolorica asked me to make this translation.
Dæg dreames, cyþþ drincan,
leoht of candelum for leofestans life,
eadig sy æfen and morgen æfter:
halettan we Naman mid hleahtre in healle.

Those who are better at composing in Old English may correct me.

(It's a translation of Happy Birthday into OE alliterative metre.)

Cross-posted to old_english