GREAT LONG WEEKEND
The weather has turned really nice except for a lack of rain. Friday was a great day with a unexpected visit from Jeff Singleton. He was one of the poets who wrote a poem to Lou and exhibited his writing skills. He called to say he had an appointment in FW and another one in the afternoon in Weatherford so he would come by here, only 100 miles out of the way. That is a real friend. He said he would bring something for us to eat and asked what I wanted. I told him anything was fine with me, but he, as usual, did the unexpected. He walks in with plastic bags full of fresh fruit. A fresh pineapple, three kiwi fruit, plums, oranges, apples, and for lagniappe a tray of peanut, pecan and almond brittle with another section for a special candy that is Aunt Lessie's nut crunch a special chocolate with the nuts. So we enjoyed eating fruit and listening to a wise man tell stories. He had contacted me earlier asking for books written about Texas history and I am working on that task. Turns out at the end of the visit, he really wanted to know what Lou thought about his poem. He had accolades from a lot of emails, but no one had ever told him if Lou had even seen the poem. I told him that I had read it to her, she was not able to read, and that she loved it and commented on it several times later. So I think he left happy.
Then Mark called on his internet phone connection from Laurie's home in Auxerre, France. They are enjoying visiting with her family and were getting ready to celebrate Kathy's birthday by taking her to Dijon. (Maybe for the mustard?) Then he called Saturday on her birthday and said she had a special day. When they came back from Dijon, Christian had made crepes for everyone and they also celebrated Bertrand's birthday (911 like mine) because he had come in for the occasion. Their home is busy all the time. Then this morning I got a text message from Mark and Kathy saying they were on the fast train to visit their friend Caroline. I have only had one other text message on my phone that I can remember.
Two literary comments. I spent Friday and Saturday wrestling with our church newsletter and finally got it completed late yesterday afternoon, made it into a PDF file and emailed it. To cover all of the events of the dedication Sunday last week I had to increase it to 8 pages. So last night I printed my usual 9 copies, one for me and one to mail to Tim Dill and took 7 to church this morning. The other literary event was today's SS lesson with a lot of sex, where the story of Joseph's life in Egypt, where he is thrown in jail by a jealous woman who wrongly accused him of having sex with her, is split around a weird story about Tamar and her father-in-law when her first husband doesn't just die. He was wicked and killed by God. When his brother, who was told to take her as a wife to produce children, spilled his semen on the ground to keep from inseminating her, God killed him also. So be careful about what you do. Then she was promised the youngest brother when he grew up. When that didn't happen she poses as a temple prostitute and her randy father-in-law hires her with the promise of a goat but leaves his staff and seal until he can deliver the goat. She is wearing a veil and he doesn't recognize her but gets her pregnant. Three months later, told that she was pregnant he ordered her brought to him to burn her and she told him she was pregnant by the man who owned the staff and seal, so he was caught. She then had twins with a problem of which one came out first when one hand came out and had a string tied to it, but the other baby came out first. So which was the older? Then the next chapter has Joseph in prison placed in charge of the other prisoners until he interprets dreams of the Pharaoh's cup bearer and baker who were in prison. He asks them to remember him but they didn't until the Pharaoh has a dream that none of the magicians can interpret. So Joseph accurately explains that the dream predicts 7 years of bumper crops followed by 7 of famine and Pharaoh appoints him as the highest official in the country to handle the crisis. It would have been a great lesson but only three class members were there to contribute.
The weather has been perfect to sit out at night and watch the stars come out. I also didn't turn on the TV and didn't miss the Kennedy funeral. This afternoon I did watch the Ranger game where they were behind two runs, had the bases loaded with no outs in the ninth and they got beat. That was a downer.
The weather has turned really nice except for a lack of rain. Friday was a great day with a unexpected visit from Jeff Singleton. He was one of the poets who wrote a poem to Lou and exhibited his writing skills. He called to say he had an appointment in FW and another one in the afternoon in Weatherford so he would come by here, only 100 miles out of the way. That is a real friend. He said he would bring something for us to eat and asked what I wanted. I told him anything was fine with me, but he, as usual, did the unexpected. He walks in with plastic bags full of fresh fruit. A fresh pineapple, three kiwi fruit, plums, oranges, apples, and for lagniappe a tray of peanut, pecan and almond brittle with another section for a special candy that is Aunt Lessie's nut crunch a special chocolate with the nuts. So we enjoyed eating fruit and listening to a wise man tell stories. He had contacted me earlier asking for books written about Texas history and I am working on that task. Turns out at the end of the visit, he really wanted to know what Lou thought about his poem. He had accolades from a lot of emails, but no one had ever told him if Lou had even seen the poem. I told him that I had read it to her, she was not able to read, and that she loved it and commented on it several times later. So I think he left happy.
Then Mark called on his internet phone connection from Laurie's home in Auxerre, France. They are enjoying visiting with her family and were getting ready to celebrate Kathy's birthday by taking her to Dijon. (Maybe for the mustard?) Then he called Saturday on her birthday and said she had a special day. When they came back from Dijon, Christian had made crepes for everyone and they also celebrated Bertrand's birthday (911 like mine) because he had come in for the occasion. Their home is busy all the time. Then this morning I got a text message from Mark and Kathy saying they were on the fast train to visit their friend Caroline. I have only had one other text message on my phone that I can remember.
Two literary comments. I spent Friday and Saturday wrestling with our church newsletter and finally got it completed late yesterday afternoon, made it into a PDF file and emailed it. To cover all of the events of the dedication Sunday last week I had to increase it to 8 pages. So last night I printed my usual 9 copies, one for me and one to mail to Tim Dill and took 7 to church this morning. The other literary event was today's SS lesson with a lot of sex, where the story of Joseph's life in Egypt, where he is thrown in jail by a jealous woman who wrongly accused him of having sex with her, is split around a weird story about Tamar and her father-in-law when her first husband doesn't just die. He was wicked and killed by God. When his brother, who was told to take her as a wife to produce children, spilled his semen on the ground to keep from inseminating her, God killed him also. So be careful about what you do. Then she was promised the youngest brother when he grew up. When that didn't happen she poses as a temple prostitute and her randy father-in-law hires her with the promise of a goat but leaves his staff and seal until he can deliver the goat. She is wearing a veil and he doesn't recognize her but gets her pregnant. Three months later, told that she was pregnant he ordered her brought to him to burn her and she told him she was pregnant by the man who owned the staff and seal, so he was caught. She then had twins with a problem of which one came out first when one hand came out and had a string tied to it, but the other baby came out first. So which was the older? Then the next chapter has Joseph in prison placed in charge of the other prisoners until he interprets dreams of the Pharaoh's cup bearer and baker who were in prison. He asks them to remember him but they didn't until the Pharaoh has a dream that none of the magicians can interpret. So Joseph accurately explains that the dream predicts 7 years of bumper crops followed by 7 of famine and Pharaoh appoints him as the highest official in the country to handle the crisis. It would have been a great lesson but only three class members were there to contribute.
The weather has been perfect to sit out at night and watch the stars come out. I also didn't turn on the TV and didn't miss the Kennedy funeral. This afternoon I did watch the Ranger game where they were behind two runs, had the bases loaded with no outs in the ninth and they got beat. That was a downer.
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