Just got off the phone. Apparently Mom is back to normal again and it's like yesterday didn't happen. She thought she was in the hospital and had wondered whn she got back to the nursing home. Was startled and pleased with this turn of events. I have got to stop prematurely burying people even if they are 90.
And no the check is taking longer to get here then well wishes from my favorite moderator.
Been basically sitting around the house--Ruth actually is puting
Now this is downright strange. I just now logged in with intent to post some disturbing news received earlier when I glanced at the ads on Litnet. As God is my witness there was an ad for Avengers items listed and not just for the car.
The question comes to mind is that were those targeted to me (the ego is very adroit at making every thing about me) or did others see the same ads? There were also some for child custody cases. Again a small thorn in my life and a reflection
Ask any TV science fiction watcher what happens when lightning hits a computer and you will probably be informed that there is a fireworks display blasting forth from computer screens and usually one fried technician.
In real life sitting at the AAA Call Center at 3:41 my shift last Friday turned ugly real fast. I was assigned that day to what's known as the Springfield side. That meant that Clark county was mine to break promised estimated time of arrivals and still service the
The entry I typed last night went on too long even by my standards and was a huge grump which will be understandable in the second topic. So I killed it. Checked my PMs for that certain moderator to acknowledge my existance. I think her lawyers have authorized birthdays and anniversary blog creation day visitations only. Faith still remains the evidence of things unseen.
So--onward to the three items mentioned in last blog.
#1. New grand-daughter Alexandra Lillian
It was never meant to be. I can't finish this dream I have.
Not really. I gave myself six months. Ruth thought I'ld stick it out for a year.
On 1 January 1999 I began to read one sermon a day as published in Charles Haddon Spurgeon's New Park Street Pulpit (1855-1860) and his Metropolitan Tabernacle Pulpit (1861-1917) for a grand total of 3563 sermons. For almost nine years the count was 3661 but the publishers--Pilgrim Publishing out of Pasedena TX discovered two