....so I have to finish the day. Following worship was Fellowship Sunday where we gathered to have birthday cake for Iva. She's 90 something, according to Pastor, and the cake was huge! I got in there a bit later due to all the hugging and such so I thought I missed the singing. Working my way to Iva's table, I sang "Happy Birthday" to her all by myself and received a round of applause. When I remarked that I missed the singing, the folks said I was the only one who sang to her! Glad I did it, then, and so was the birthday girl.
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I had to hustle folks back over to church to get the congregational meeting going, because I was wasting precious poolside time waiting....oh, that doesn't sound good, does it? Pastor also had a brief VBS meeting immediately after church so he had a busy, busy morning....and then the meeting on top of it. The meeting went well, not too much excitement, and we dismissed a little after one p.m. I drove like a mad woman to get home to the pool as my lady friends were going to be waiting for me, but I was the first one down there. I ordered my hot dog and sat down just in time for the thunder to start rolling. Rats!
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One of Timmy's classmates was in the pool area with his grandma, one who went to dinner with me the other night and thanked me for sharing my joy. I gave him a nice hug and marveled at how much he's grown (which happens to Justin all the time too!). He is quite polite, a really nice young man. His grandma and he were in the pool when it was thundering and she asked to tell her if I saw lightning. It wasn't long until I did see some so they got out right away and started packing up. My lady friends didn't make it before the rain came down. Another missed opportunity, but I did get my hot dog!
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Early this a.m. when getting ready for the day, I watched the very beginning of the movie "Wall Street", an oldie with Charlie Sheen, Martin Sheen, and Michael Douglas. I wish I better understood the whole trading process but guess I don't really need to, but that's what the movie is about. Making money, buying, selling, buying, selling, taking risks. One part early in the movie is the father/son team eating supper together at the dad's house, an airport worker, blue color Union guy played by the elder Sheen. He looks down on "Mr. Wall Street", who goes on and on about his fabulous career, living in Manhattan, car service, and, oh yeah, "Dad, can you spot me $300 for a week or so?" During this conversation and the loan which ensued, the dad asked the son to stay for dinner, reporting they were having spaghetti. "Dad, it's called 'pasta' now, no one calls it spaghetti anymore." Isn't that right on? Macaroni is no longer macaroni....now it's pasta!?!
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My sisters, here's something that will tickle your funny bone---at the cong. meeting today the President reported a man from the Synod will come down here to discuss our starting an elementary school in the future, to help us lay the groundwork. His name? Greg Schmill!!! I raised my hand and announced that I knew him, and if my sister, Jill, had married him, she'd be........No, I didn't do that, but was tempted!!!! I did tell the lady sitting next to me, though, that we still call Jill "Schmill" once in awhile for old times' sake. I thought he worked at the high school, or does he wear two hats? You guys up there know better about this than I do, I guess.
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Speaking of Jill--my friend, Jami, wants some ice cream shipped to her in TX...can you do that? Certainly she can find a Cold Stone Creamery in Amarillo! When I do go to a place like that, I order the Double Cream Vanilla with chocolate chips in it. For some reason, I like this flavor better than mint when it's fresh mixed. I have some ice cream in the freezer now for several weeks, I think I'll go have a dishful!
A view from my desk through the river room. The glass on the table is the gift from Dee, the painting on the wall is one I did.
Here's a shot looking northeast from the river room, showcasing my latterns and sun catchers.
This view is looking southeast from the river room, where you can see the dredging machinery, the palm trees, and more of the lanterns and sun catchers.
8 comments:
Good morning,
I just read your last to posts, I love the pictures of the view from the river room. I can close my eyes and I'm there!
Talk about not being able to sing a hymn, last week we closed service with "Behold a Host, Arrayed in White", I don't think there was a dry eye in church. It came on the heels of Margaret's funeral, so all the Lindemann's seated around me, and me for sure had water eyes.
I also used "Now the Light..." as a bed time prayer with my kids.
Love & Hugs, Linda
I love seeing the pictures from your home. It's absolutely gorgeous, and I'm jealous in a good kind of way. :-)
My husband and I were just talking about Florida the other day, how we want to live there someday. (The boys have to get into college, at least. Both of their other parents live here, too.)
As for ice cream, I do have a Coldstone Creamery, within walking distance, if I wanted to walk. I may just pay them a visit today. All this talk about ice cream has me drooling!
Hi Linda!
Mom told me about how Darrin "pulled out all the stops" on the organ for the final stanza of "Behold a Host...." and was also moved to tears. What puzzles is me is these are not new hymns....why all the emotion? Are we simply more appreciative of their message or have we now slowed down enough to listen, perhaps with different ears???
I love you!
Kim
Hi Jami!
It's all Jill's fault for getting the prize...I even got up after midnight to have the very last of my box of chocolate chip. It had that crystally flavor of having been defrosted and then refrozen...this might cure me for a while! I hope you do venture out for an ice cream cone, for medicinal purposes, of course!
Get this----I am a single scooper! Single scooper, single scooper, no one likes a party pooper!
Hugs, Kim
I think I'm going to treat my son to some Cold Stone today ... perfect idea.
Thanks!!
I guess I have no altrernative but to persuade my boss to expand Cedar Crest into Florida and Texas. How did I get blamed for winning the prize? LOL! All I ever do is read and comment on your blogs.
I forgot to mention that I had a really good laugh at my own expense about Greg Schmill. He no longer teaches at MLHS. He took a job with the synod obviously doing what he is going to do by you.Now three other teachers are finished with their duties at MLHS. Coach is finally done. 51 years total in teaching. A Miss Juroff and a Mr. Fink are both done as well. They all received a stqanding ovation at the graduation ceremony.
My remark about it being your fault....was in answer to all the discussion around ice cream and her desire to go have some. It is a good thing to be "guilty" of!
Please, come to Florida! I'll find you a job in an ice cream parlor if you want!
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