Today is exercise class again. I must need it. My body aches. I haven't taken any Aleve yet but will see how I feel tonight.
More later...
Well I mowed the grass after the exercise class today and then fixed our leftover Bar B Q beef for lunch with baked potato and coleslaw salad and broccoli. I fixed some coconut cream pudding and we had that with whipped cream.
Then I went to work. I put away DVDs until 2:30 and then scanned bar codes until 5:00. It was another huge day.
The good news is the story about our 80th Birthday Bash was in the Lifestyle section of the Independence Reporter paper complete with the photo. That worked out well.
Bob came over for wine and to watch the news but the regular programming on PBS is reruns while they have their funding pitch so he went home and I am about to take my bath and watch something on TV...what I don't know. TV is so stupid anymore. The programming is absolutely ignorant.
I took a photo of one of the librarians who does the children's programs. She had made a telephone booth from large boxes and was going to use it to show the children a telephone booth...something nopne of them had ever seen because of current technology.
Here is the photo:
Isn't that clever?
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Tuesday and Cakes Again
I got up early this morning and iced the cake I had baked last night. What a huge day yesterday was. I was exhausted last night and knew I would not be able to get up if I sat down before I baked that cake.
I took Missy out twice this morning and she seems contented. I also received the article I wrote for the newspapers about the wedding. Ginger filled out the names of her family for me and they sent a photo. I submitted it to all three of the area newspapers. I hope it makes it....especially in the County Chronicle, which is the Caney newspaper. All three of my kids graduated from Caney Valley High School.
I will leave for Independence about 8:15. I want to take the cakes by first before I go to the beauty shop. After that I will go over to Juanita's house and balance her checkbook with her bank statement.
Bob will come over shortly. I need to fill out his rent check. He forgot yesterday and left his checkbook in the car. I got mine written and in the mail. Bob has essential tremor and it's easier for him to just sign the checks. He pays most of his bills online.
More later....
Here's the article about the wedding Memorial weekend. I hope it makes it into the area papers.
I did stop by Juanita's this morning before coming home with the pizza. I balanced her checkbook and it balanced. Then I went by Big Cheese and picked up a pizza for lunch. I also delivered the cakes and had my hair done. It was a busy morning before a busy day.
Bob is here now reading the paper and drinking the wine he brought today. We will watch "The Roosevelts" on PBS.
I took Missy out twice this morning and she seems contented. I also received the article I wrote for the newspapers about the wedding. Ginger filled out the names of her family for me and they sent a photo. I submitted it to all three of the area newspapers. I hope it makes it....especially in the County Chronicle, which is the Caney newspaper. All three of my kids graduated from Caney Valley High School.
I will leave for Independence about 8:15. I want to take the cakes by first before I go to the beauty shop. After that I will go over to Juanita's house and balance her checkbook with her bank statement.
Bob will come over shortly. I need to fill out his rent check. He forgot yesterday and left his checkbook in the car. I got mine written and in the mail. Bob has essential tremor and it's easier for him to just sign the checks. He pays most of his bills online.
More later....
Here's the article about the wedding Memorial weekend. I hope it makes it into the area papers.
Scott
Miller and Ginger Davis were married on May 23rd, 2015, at John and
Leslie Brooks’ farm home in rural Independence. Eighteen family members
attended. Margie Miller of Community of Christ, and the groom’s mother,
officiated. Scott’s son, Jerod Miller, from Alameda, California
was present and acted as his best man. Ginger’s daughter, Phallan
Davis, of Nashville Tennessee served as her maid of honor. Ginger’s
brother, Larry McGuire from Baltimore Ohio, gave her away. Following the
ceremony the wedding party and family members were invited to stay for the
reception. That evening, the couple treated the entire group to dinner at
Coffeyville’s Tavern on the Plaza. Those attending were: Scott’s mother Margie
Miller, sister and Brother in law John and Leslie Brooks, his son and
daughter in law Jerod and Melanie Miller, cousin Jeremy, Marlene Brooks, their
daughters Maia and Cheyenne Brooks, Ginger’s brother and sister in law Larry
and Tricia McGuire, Gingers mother Linda McGuire, her Aunt Trudy McGuire, and
Ginger’s daughter, Phallan Davis.
This afternoon was bad but not as bad as yesterday. I put away 3 baskets of DVDs and then I scanned another aisle. The good part of that is that when I scan each aisle's bottom two rows, I can sit on the stool. I did stop by Juanita's this morning before coming home with the pizza. I balanced her checkbook and it balanced. Then I went by Big Cheese and picked up a pizza for lunch. I also delivered the cakes and had my hair done. It was a busy morning before a busy day.
Bob is here now reading the paper and drinking the wine he brought today. We will watch "The Roosevelts" on PBS.
Monday, June 1, 2015
Monday and Back to Work
I slept pretty well last night. I got up shortly after 4:00 because I knew I had quite a lot to do today. I have some beef ribs in the slow cooker now with onions and Bar B Q sauce. I will bake a couple of potatoes in the microwave and we will have a veggie and Bob is bringing coleslaw. I have an eye appointment over at Caney at 8:00 so I will need to leave here about 7:30 to be on time.
Missy was dying to go out this morning so I went out with her for about twenty minutes but I got chilly so we came back in. While over at Caney, I need to mail Scott's DVD package to him.
I wrote my rent check this morning too and it will go out in the afternoon mail here. I always leave it and the newsletters for the congregation clipped to the mailbox outside. While I am at work this afternoon, the mailman will pick all that up.
I go back to work after lunch. It will be interesting to find what they got done about my job while I was gone last week. I imagine there will be a ton of DVDs to put away and the cases to be put into the DVD shelves. There always is after a weekend. Then Katie may have me scanning bar codes again.
I heard from my nephew in Rogers after I e-mailed him about his sister's situation. I told him about her cancer, her CT scan tomorrow and the surgery scheduled for June 26th. That family is not particularly close. Denise and Dennis are the only ones who live around here and he never hears a thing from Dennis. Diana lives in Wisconsin and David in Rogers. He was surprised that his dad had not e-mailed or called him about the news. I told him about his dad's own health problems and the fact that he had been in the hospital twice for A-Fib and once for gall stones. I reminded him that his dad is going to be 81 in July.
More later....
This afternoon was huge! I usually put away 2 or 3 baskets of DVDs. This afternoon I had to put away 7. It took me four hours to get it all done. I am exhausted! I didn't even sit down when I got home. I still had a cake to bake for the Christian Church in Independence for tomorrow. I have that in the oven now. I will ice it in the morning. Phyllis just called to say she was bringing hers over. Good old Phyllis! I wonder if Karan remembered.
Missy was dying to go out this morning so I went out with her for about twenty minutes but I got chilly so we came back in. While over at Caney, I need to mail Scott's DVD package to him.
I wrote my rent check this morning too and it will go out in the afternoon mail here. I always leave it and the newsletters for the congregation clipped to the mailbox outside. While I am at work this afternoon, the mailman will pick all that up.
I go back to work after lunch. It will be interesting to find what they got done about my job while I was gone last week. I imagine there will be a ton of DVDs to put away and the cases to be put into the DVD shelves. There always is after a weekend. Then Katie may have me scanning bar codes again.
I heard from my nephew in Rogers after I e-mailed him about his sister's situation. I told him about her cancer, her CT scan tomorrow and the surgery scheduled for June 26th. That family is not particularly close. Denise and Dennis are the only ones who live around here and he never hears a thing from Dennis. Diana lives in Wisconsin and David in Rogers. He was surprised that his dad had not e-mailed or called him about the news. I told him about his dad's own health problems and the fact that he had been in the hospital twice for A-Fib and once for gall stones. I reminded him that his dad is going to be 81 in July.
More later....
This afternoon was huge! I usually put away 2 or 3 baskets of DVDs. This afternoon I had to put away 7. It took me four hours to get it all done. I am exhausted! I didn't even sit down when I got home. I still had a cake to bake for the Christian Church in Independence for tomorrow. I have that in the oven now. I will ice it in the morning. Phyllis just called to say she was bringing hers over. Good old Phyllis! I wonder if Karan remembered.
Sunday, May 31, 2015
A Busy Sunday
This will be a busy Sunday. Bob will be over shortly to read my newspaper. Then we will leave for church. Afterward several of us will eat out together.
When I get home I will get my congregational newsletters ready for tomorrow's mail. Then I will read this afternoon until time for 60 minutes. I have a stack of magazines I am well behind reading. Yesterday afternoon I cleaned house and did one last load of laundry.
I have an early eye appointment tomorrow morning at 8:00 in Caney with Dr. Burch. He will not refill my prescription for new contacts without first checking my eyes. I had a disquieting moment yesterday when I went to pick up my blood pressure pill prescription at the pharmacist. The prescription was supposed to be $10.00 for a three months prescription. The charge was $16.00. I asked about that raise in price and the assistant checked with the pharmacist. Sure enough, he had overcharged me $6.00. He corrected his error and charged me the regular $10.00. That's the second time I have caught him in an error. I warn everyone to be sure to question anything that is unusual about those charges. They get busy and make mistakes. (I'm attempting to cut him some slack). Some people never question anything and they are the ones who get overcharged.
This evening Bob will come over to watch 60 minutes with me. He was here last night and we had a glass of wine and some popcorn and we watched a video Scott, my son, and Ginger, his new wife, left for me. It was The Book Thief. I highly recommend it.
Next weekend Bob and I plan to go to Branson for some recreation. This past week was definitely NOT recreation. It was a grind. They packed way too many classes into the four days. And with only 15 minutes between for people to get a drink of water and go to the bathroom. We are mostly seniors in this program. That schedule is way too hard on us.
More later...
The sermon went fine. After church Bob and I went to Just Us over at Cherryvale and had a fine lunch. I came home and got the letters done and ready for the mail in the morning and also made up three more directories for Karan to sew for me. It is times like this that I wish I had kept my sewing machine.
When I get home I will get my congregational newsletters ready for tomorrow's mail. Then I will read this afternoon until time for 60 minutes. I have a stack of magazines I am well behind reading. Yesterday afternoon I cleaned house and did one last load of laundry.
I have an early eye appointment tomorrow morning at 8:00 in Caney with Dr. Burch. He will not refill my prescription for new contacts without first checking my eyes. I had a disquieting moment yesterday when I went to pick up my blood pressure pill prescription at the pharmacist. The prescription was supposed to be $10.00 for a three months prescription. The charge was $16.00. I asked about that raise in price and the assistant checked with the pharmacist. Sure enough, he had overcharged me $6.00. He corrected his error and charged me the regular $10.00. That's the second time I have caught him in an error. I warn everyone to be sure to question anything that is unusual about those charges. They get busy and make mistakes. (I'm attempting to cut him some slack). Some people never question anything and they are the ones who get overcharged.
This evening Bob will come over to watch 60 minutes with me. He was here last night and we had a glass of wine and some popcorn and we watched a video Scott, my son, and Ginger, his new wife, left for me. It was The Book Thief. I highly recommend it.
Next weekend Bob and I plan to go to Branson for some recreation. This past week was definitely NOT recreation. It was a grind. They packed way too many classes into the four days. And with only 15 minutes between for people to get a drink of water and go to the bathroom. We are mostly seniors in this program. That schedule is way too hard on us.
More later...
The sermon went fine. After church Bob and I went to Just Us over at Cherryvale and had a fine lunch. I came home and got the letters done and ready for the mail in the morning and also made up three more directories for Karan to sew for me. It is times like this that I wish I had kept my sewing machine.
Friday, May 29, 2015
Sunday's Sermon
“Here Am
I, Send Me”
May 31,
2015
Our scripture lesson this morning comes from Isaiah 6: 1 -8.
It reads like this:
Isaiah
6:1-8
6
In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord sitting on a throne, high and
lofty; and the hem of his robe filled the temple. 2Seraphs were in
attendance above him; each had six wings: with two they covered their faces,
and with two they covered their feet, and with two they flew. 3And
one called to another and said:
‘Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts; the whole earth is full of his glory.’
4The pivots* on the thresholds
shook at the voices of those who called, and the house filled with smoke. 5And
I said: ‘Woe is me! I am lost, for I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among
a people of unclean lips; yet my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts!’
Then
one of the seraphs flew to me, holding a live coal that had been taken from the
altar with a pair of tongs. 7The seraph* touched my mouth
with it and said: ‘Now that this has touched your lips, your guilt has departed
and your sin is blotted out.’ 8Then I heard the voice of the Lord
saying, ‘Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?’ And I said, ‘Here am I;
send me!’
This
may be a sort of familiar experience for some of us as we consider our own
calling experience. And we are all
called. Some are called to special responsibilities in the congregation but we
all have a calling, and God intends to use each of us to be a part of the
calling to be a part of God’s peaceful empire.
I
ran across this statement a couple of weeks ago and saved it for this theme.
"Our culture has been
hoodwinked by the idea that we’re living in the center of crisis, when actually
we’re in the midst of the evolution of hope. ... The stories we tell will heal
us, or destroy us.
Catering to (and nurturing) fear and pessimism is a function of one of the most dangerous beliefs: that violence can bring order out of chaos, cleansing the world for the righteous (what Walter Wink called the myth of redemptive violence).
Catering to (and nurturing) fear and pessimism is a function of one of the most dangerous beliefs: that violence can bring order out of chaos, cleansing the world for the righteous (what Walter Wink called the myth of redemptive violence).
Instead, violence merely
generates more fear, pessimism, and conditions from which more violence may
grow. Our journalism—and our personal social media use—needs to be resourced to
deal in context, compassion, detail, and pause. More important, healing the
world requires reframing the story as one in which, while we lament real wounds
and work to prevent them, things are getting better, and we can make them
better still.
This
is as true for the creative arts of television, cinema, literature, and music
as much as it is for their nonfiction counterparts.
But
the news does not begin with the flashing red strip across the bottom of the
screen. It begins in your mind, and the story you’re telling about yourself. It
catalyzes with your loved ones and neighbors to create a bigger story. It
connects everywhere you go, on foot or chair or online. It is immensely
powerful, although most of us aren’t conscious of this, most of the time. The
way we tell the story about our world will actually co-create that world. The
myth of redemptive violence needs to be replaced. Imagining a new myth is a
privilege. It is also our responsibility."
We
are each called to do this as far as it is in our power. But we can do even
more. We can be an actual force for change in our area. ..in our communities,
neighborhoods, families. I believe this little church community believes in that
mission. That’s the message Jesus
brought.
And,
as Isaiah said so many years ago, our response should be “Here am I Lord, send
me!”
The
account in Isaiah 6 is a crisis event in
Isaiah’s life which brought him into his prophetic office. His lifelong
ministry began at the time of the death of King Uzziah. It appears that
Uzziah’s death had a big impact on Isaiah. Uzziah had ruled successfully for 52
years and was not only a good king, but was probably the last great king of the
southern kingdom. Under his reign Israel prospered materially, and managed to
subdue other kingdoms like the Philistines, Arabians, and Ammonites.
But now Uzziah was dead and things didn’t look very good for the future of Israel’s southern kingdom. Isaiah entered the temple in order to make contact with God concerning this crisis time, and to his surprise he had a vision in which he came face to face with the real king of Israel sitting upon his throne high and lifted up, with his train filling the temple. He had the rare privilege of seeing God’s glory in vision. Good King Uzziah might be dead, but Jehovah, the ruler of heaven and earth was alive and well. Behind the earthly throne was the heavenly throne.
But now Uzziah was dead and things didn’t look very good for the future of Israel’s southern kingdom. Isaiah entered the temple in order to make contact with God concerning this crisis time, and to his surprise he had a vision in which he came face to face with the real king of Israel sitting upon his throne high and lifted up, with his train filling the temple. He had the rare privilege of seeing God’s glory in vision. Good King Uzziah might be dead, but Jehovah, the ruler of heaven and earth was alive and well. Behind the earthly throne was the heavenly throne.
In
the presence of the holy God, Isaiah had a profound sense of his own
sinfulness. He became instantly aware that God will not compromise with evil
and he was filled with terror.
At the sound of their voices the doorposts and thresholds shook and the temple was filled with smoke. "Woe to me!" He cried. "I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the LORD Almighty."
At the sound of their voices the doorposts and thresholds shook and the temple was filled with smoke. "Woe to me!" He cried. "I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the LORD Almighty."
Isaiah
was God’s man before this experience, but this vision of God was the pivot
point in his life, for this is what propelled him into prophetic ministry.
Seeing himself in the presence of God he felt undone. God’s holiness had revealed
to him his own unholy condition. In seeing God he was also able to see himself
as he really was and he was devastated by his own lack of holiness.
We
may each have this type of experience and it could paralyze us into
inaction. But we cannot let that happen.
God needs each of us to realize our sense of mission…as Isaiah finally did.
Bob
was pastor when calls became apparent for some of our women in this
congregation. He sensed their calls mightily. But he realized that even though
he sensed mine too, he couldn’t bring it because I was his wife. He waited for the Regional Administrator to
respond to his applications for the calls. Finally at reunion that year, the
Regional Administrator showed up. He
called Bob aside and told him. “All your calls are approved… but Bob, you
missed one. Marge also has a call. I realize you are unable to bring it so I
have done that. You may tell her when you tell the others.”
I
had a strong sense of my call. But under the circumstances, I didn’t believe I
would be called. Imagine my surprise
when it came through another. I felt immensely unworthy. But I had my sense of
a calling long before women were able to be called. I tried to respond to that
feeling of “call” long before my actual call.
I
am sure many of us have felt that way whether we are actually called to a
priesthood office or not. Bill, for example, and his wife, Carol, have had that
sense of call. They have traveled at
their own expense to Alaska and even to South American countries to respond to
their sense of call.
One
day Henry Ford was driving in the Michigan countryside when he came upon a man
whose Model T had broken down. The guy was bent under the hood trying to figure
what was wrong. Mr. Ford stopped and asked if he could take a look. In a few
minutes, he had the car running. The grateful owner said, “I’m amazed at your
ability; you fixed my car so easily.” Ford replied, “I ought to be able to fix
it, because I’m the one who designed it.” The same is true with God—He designed
us, and He can help us fix whatever we feel is wrong with us.
Isaiah’s
vision demonstrates the ongoing saving work of God through faithful people who
respond to the calling. It reminds us that when we approach God and repent of
our shortfalls, God will always forgive us.
In fact, God waits for us to recognize our shortcomings and realize we
are already forgiven. Then we are ready to hear God’s call and respond. Our response is not about having all the
answers but is about humbly being willing to make ourselves available to go
where God needs us.
Isaiah’s
vision also reminds us that worship is an important element of encountering
God. …not for God. God does not need our worship. But we need to recognize our
need of God. Amid praise for the Lord and worship, Isaiah was humbled and
repentant. Out of Isaiah’s repentance he
was able to have a sense of forgiveness. His forgiveness opened him to be able
to hear the call to serve and then to respond. This experience of Isaiah in the
Temple provides a helpful model of the type of holistic worship that includes
praise, confession, proclamation, and commitment.
And
we are all called and each of us can respond with Isaiah with “Here Am I Lord,
Send Me!”
Back Home on Friday!
It's wonderful to be back home! It was an adventure but what an adventure! Last night, in Irving, near Dallas, we had between six and twelve inches of rain...all in one night. When I turned on the weather at 5:00 this morning, I learned that much of Dallas was under two feet of water. I was afraid I was not going to be able to get home today and would be stuck in that luxury hotel for another night or so.
As it was, we have a very clever shuttle driver. We saw lots of people who had drowned out their cars trying to go to work or somewhere. But our driver took every possible detour and got us over to Love Field, which was not under water. Our plane was an hour late getting away but we got to Wichita in record time and the bus driver they had arranged for got us to Independence, Kansas at 12:30. Bob was there waiting for Carla and me. We took Carla back to Coffeyville and I went to the bank and cashed out the remaining cash in the cash card they had given us to pay for our meals. I will also be paid for 16 extra hours on my next paycheck. I took Bob out to eat for taking care of my Missy Kitty. When I walked into the apartment she hissed and spit at me. She got over her mad pretty quickly though and lay here near me in the den as I blog now.
In a little while, I will download some photos I took at the conference. First I want to put away my clothing and the suitcase.
More later....
I still haven't unpacked. I went to get gas and wanted to work on my sermon for Sunday too. Also I wanted to download some of the photos from the Conference I just attended. My room was in a luxury hotel there in Irving. The room was lovely. Her here some photos I took of it. This is the bed area.
This me.I took some photos of my fellow SIR workers and they insisted I had to have my photo taken too.
This is Rosie. She was one of my new friends there. We spent a lot of time together.
This is the lamp area next to the east window wall.
This is the television and coffee area. You can just barely see the coffee area to the west of the TV.
This is the view inside the bathroom door looking into the bathroom.
Here's that coffee area I was telling you all about.
This is Sylvia. She and I shared a lot of our classes. She's a lovely gracious woman.
This is the scene looking out that large window in my room.
The conference was all right but there were several snags that colored it. I was very glad to get home.
As it was, we have a very clever shuttle driver. We saw lots of people who had drowned out their cars trying to go to work or somewhere. But our driver took every possible detour and got us over to Love Field, which was not under water. Our plane was an hour late getting away but we got to Wichita in record time and the bus driver they had arranged for got us to Independence, Kansas at 12:30. Bob was there waiting for Carla and me. We took Carla back to Coffeyville and I went to the bank and cashed out the remaining cash in the cash card they had given us to pay for our meals. I will also be paid for 16 extra hours on my next paycheck. I took Bob out to eat for taking care of my Missy Kitty. When I walked into the apartment she hissed and spit at me. She got over her mad pretty quickly though and lay here near me in the den as I blog now.
In a little while, I will download some photos I took at the conference. First I want to put away my clothing and the suitcase.
More later....
I still haven't unpacked. I went to get gas and wanted to work on my sermon for Sunday too. Also I wanted to download some of the photos from the Conference I just attended. My room was in a luxury hotel there in Irving. The room was lovely. Her here some photos I took of it. This is the bed area.
This me.I took some photos of my fellow SIR workers and they insisted I had to have my photo taken too.
This is Rosie. She was one of my new friends there. We spent a lot of time together.
This is the lamp area next to the east window wall.
This is the television and coffee area. You can just barely see the coffee area to the west of the TV.
This is the view inside the bathroom door looking into the bathroom.
Here's that coffee area I was telling you all about.
This is Sylvia. She and I shared a lot of our classes. She's a lovely gracious woman.
This is the scene looking out that large window in my room.
The conference was all right but there were several snags that colored it. I was very glad to get home.
Monday, May 25, 2015
Monday and An Empty Home
I didn't even get an opportunity to post yesterday. It was a wild day. I took Esther and Keith to breakfast at Sirloin Stockade. I insisted since they had done so much for me. Afterward they left for Phoenix and they took me home. I decided to go to church. Bobby, my friend, Karan's husband was still in the hospital and had been pain free for awhile. They think his problem was his gall bladder. But they are not sure. They did a lot of tests. I called Karan and told her I was at church and would preside for her so she could stay with Bobby. Then I drove my own car out there.
We had a tiny little congregation since nearly everyone was gone for the Memorial Day holiday. Everything went off fine and afterward, Phyllis and Bob and I drove up to Great China and had lunch. Then I came home and decided to go out to John and Leslie's and visit with Scott, Ginger and Jerod and Melanie. I stayed until my second cousin, Tricia,called to say she and her family were in town decorating graves and would like to see me. So I drove back to Coffeyville to visit with them. Everett, my deceased cousin's widower, is a year younger then me. He and his daughter always make a point of coming to visit with me when they are in town over Memorial Day.
Then at 6:00 Bob came over to watch 60 Minutes with me while I did my congregational letters. We also had some of those strawberries and shortcake that Leslie gave me. He left at 7:00 and I took my bath and sat with Missy in my lap until I went to bed at 9:30......another huge day.
Today Scott and Ginger and Jerod and Melanie are coming over at 9:00 to visit with me before they leave for Tulsa to take Jerod and Melanie to catch their plane back to San Diego. Then they will leave for Georgia.
A further development happened after the wedding on Saturday. Leslie and I were putting away chairs in the garage and discovered that Ginger's Audi SUV was leaking oil on the garage floor. They had had their oil changed before they left Georgia and the place that did it stripped the screw that held the oil pan. It had leaked oil all the way to Kansas and they had not noticed it. Luckily, my son-in-law, John, is a genius when it comes to mechanics and he worked on it for an hour before our dinner Saturday evening. They had to get O'Reilly's to make a new gasket and buy a new screw but it appears the original garage that changed the oil stripped the screw area and she will have to take it back after they get back to Georgia and have them "fix" the mess they made. That will be a challenge. They are taking some extra oil on their trip just in case they need it.
I leave early in the morning for Independence to take my trip to Wichita and a plane trip to Texas for the rest of the week. So it will be a week before I get back to the blog. Bob will come over twice daily to feed Missy and take care of her litter box and do his laundry.
This photo was posted on my daughter in law's face book page and I copied it to post here. This is my daughter, Leslie, my son, Scott, myself, and my son, Keith. I will try to get some more of those photos and one of the wedding cake I had baked for the occasion. I will add those to Saturday's post.
We had a tiny little congregation since nearly everyone was gone for the Memorial Day holiday. Everything went off fine and afterward, Phyllis and Bob and I drove up to Great China and had lunch. Then I came home and decided to go out to John and Leslie's and visit with Scott, Ginger and Jerod and Melanie. I stayed until my second cousin, Tricia,called to say she and her family were in town decorating graves and would like to see me. So I drove back to Coffeyville to visit with them. Everett, my deceased cousin's widower, is a year younger then me. He and his daughter always make a point of coming to visit with me when they are in town over Memorial Day.
Then at 6:00 Bob came over to watch 60 Minutes with me while I did my congregational letters. We also had some of those strawberries and shortcake that Leslie gave me. He left at 7:00 and I took my bath and sat with Missy in my lap until I went to bed at 9:30......another huge day.
Today Scott and Ginger and Jerod and Melanie are coming over at 9:00 to visit with me before they leave for Tulsa to take Jerod and Melanie to catch their plane back to San Diego. Then they will leave for Georgia.
A further development happened after the wedding on Saturday. Leslie and I were putting away chairs in the garage and discovered that Ginger's Audi SUV was leaking oil on the garage floor. They had had their oil changed before they left Georgia and the place that did it stripped the screw that held the oil pan. It had leaked oil all the way to Kansas and they had not noticed it. Luckily, my son-in-law, John, is a genius when it comes to mechanics and he worked on it for an hour before our dinner Saturday evening. They had to get O'Reilly's to make a new gasket and buy a new screw but it appears the original garage that changed the oil stripped the screw area and she will have to take it back after they get back to Georgia and have them "fix" the mess they made. That will be a challenge. They are taking some extra oil on their trip just in case they need it.
I leave early in the morning for Independence to take my trip to Wichita and a plane trip to Texas for the rest of the week. So it will be a week before I get back to the blog. Bob will come over twice daily to feed Missy and take care of her litter box and do his laundry.
This photo was posted on my daughter in law's face book page and I copied it to post here. This is my daughter, Leslie, my son, Scott, myself, and my son, Keith. I will try to get some more of those photos and one of the wedding cake I had baked for the occasion. I will add those to Saturday's post.
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