The 10-year old computer has gone belly up. I am plunking this out on my phone in the app which I do not trust as far as I can throw it. And so, dear brethren, we temporarily suspend operations until a new computer drops out of the sky. There are still some pretty fun posts … Continue reading Belly Up
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One Thread
Written in black sharpie on the back inside cover of my 8th grade yearbook is this: I have tears in my earsfrom lying on my back in my bedwhile I cry over you. Now if those words are not poetry I do not know what is. And ohhh, I loved the boy who wrote them. … Continue reading One Thread
A Twist — Not a Knot
Confession time. Since the stay-at-home order I've been cross stitching like a mad man. I'm not sure exactly how many mad men actually cross stitch, but you get the idea. It's a little weird. I've read about so many folks taking care of their families in such admirable, practical ways -- canning, baking, sewing, hunting, … Continue reading A Twist — Not a Knot
Real Estate Bird
Right in the middle of writing a different blog post (a pretty dreary and potentially depressing one) I thought, "Hey, let's lighten things up a bit." We'll start with the basics. Parakeets can talk. And fly. Twelve-year old girls aren't always smart. But they mean well. The summer of 1974 was monumental. We, our giant … Continue reading Real Estate Bird
Al and Ruth
Once upon a time, decades ago, there was a church. Not small or large. An in-between church. It was straining within the era in which it existed, seeking to communicate love and Good News as it always had, yet trying to speak it and sing it in a way that was possibly uncomfortable to the … Continue reading Al and Ruth
Wailing Walls and Tomato Sandwiches
I don't read a lot of blogs. That's partly why it surprises me when anybody more than my Aunt Neva reads this one. It's not that I don't see their value and quality, or that I think people who write them have a high opinion of themselves. They just make me nervous. Introspective. Almost every … Continue reading Wailing Walls and Tomato Sandwiches
Peace, Friends
Unusual days call for an unusual post. Most likely you are reading this from your home. Good. If you find yourself in one of the "hot spots" here in the United States and the news keeps getting worse, more intense, more foreboding, please know that there is at least one person sitting at a desk … Continue reading Peace, Friends
Disoriented
The last couple of weeks remind me of the day I got into someone else's car and tried to start it. The ignition was in the wrong place. The seat wasn't adjusted to the way I always had it set. Someone had changed the color of the upholstery and it smelled funny in there. When … Continue reading Disoriented
It’s That Time
Today I realized I've known my mother-in-law the same number of years that I knew my mother and my first reaction was that I didn't want my mother to feel bad about that. My second reaction was to look around and see if there were any witnesses to the first reaction. 38 That's the number. … Continue reading It’s That Time
Wet Cement
The blessed emery board of time has rubbed the sharp edges off the memory so at least I don't go into full blown rigor mortis anymore at the recollection, but still it remains exclusively and completely at the Number One Position forever and always as My Most Embarrassing Moment. I almost can't write about it. … Continue reading Wet Cement
Beyond Lashley Lane 