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Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Chasing The Sun, Together!
Good Morning! It really is wonderful to have my honey back home. I think I'm getting the hang of this blog thing, but I still have sooooo much to learn. These pics were taken the last time we chased sunset shots. There's a whole collection of them lost somewhere in the system. Not here on my 'puter, but out there in the web. I love the new terminology for the technological advances we are experiencing. It has all the earmarks of a language being developed for the first time. It's fresh, and new every day. Cool! I promised my wife I wouldn't put her picture on the blog without her permission. Last night she saw this shot of herself and did not say I couldn't, so here she is. Gosh I so love this woman. The Lord has blessed me so very much with her presence in my life. Alyssa and Michael are getting married on Saturday. I'll be doing the service for a small gathering of family and friends. Sunday is right over the horizon, but I can see it coming. Tonight we have our weekly prayer gathering. We pray for people, mostly, and the portions of their lives that we know they need God's help with. Several of our prayer concerns have passed away these past few months. It seems that cancer is the leading cause of death for those on our personal lists. Sad when you consider the ages at times. People younger than us taken, in what I now consider to be, the very best years of life. I won't wear this theme out. I'm sure everyone has been touched by this insidious disease in one way or another. A few more days of learning and getting things to work and I will be sending invitations for viewing. That did not come out right. Sounds like a funeral thing. lol; In Christ's Love, Preacher.
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
No, I don't have two!
It's a quarter after nine in the evening on the now rainsoaked plains of the Great American Desert.
My Australian friend was convinced that must be what all of South Dakota looks like when I E-mailed the picture you see below. With the advent of the rain and the full fledged arrival of spring we will experience a total greening of the earth surrounding our humble hovel. Cheryl arrived home safely(Praise the Lord!)at about 5:30 this afternoon, a quick hug and a kiss were my reward for awaiting her return. I think I may have fared better if I were a tail-wagging cute little puppy dog. I understand, duty was calling her elsewhere. As she curled her hair for departure(the rain and damp does strange things to ladies hair)I wondered if she took note of the sparkling toilet bowl, but didn't ask. She'll be back around ten and we'll enjoy a late dinner together. I guess with my learning about this blog thing I will also discover the time differential between when the machine tells me something has been uploaded and when it actually appears. That's why the two pictures. I'm learning. Two chapters completed on the book today, I feel very good about that, and I have discovered from being on the net that there are some writers who are publishing by means of their blog. I promise faithfully not to submit you to that. I actually considered how it would work and came up with only one thought, "like a soap opera(Do they still call them by this name?)only with just word stories." One of the reasons that I do most of what you'll be seeing here is my youngest grandaughter. Her name is Kyra. She is four years old, now, and we are really good buds. My first born child made my heart leap. The next five kept it jumping. The first grandchild gave pause for reflection(Now that I'm grandpa should I cut my hair or get a cane or something?). Eight grands later I am ready for the world. I pray that the world is ready for me. I really mean this, no pun intended. I'll be posting pics of kids soon. You are not obligated in any way to view them, but I wish you would. I wish everyone in the world had little people so special in their lives. That's it for today, there is stuff to be done. In Christ's Love, Preacher.
My Australian friend was convinced that must be what all of South Dakota looks like when I E-mailed the picture you see below. With the advent of the rain and the full fledged arrival of spring we will experience a total greening of the earth surrounding our humble hovel. Cheryl arrived home safely(Praise the Lord!)at about 5:30 this afternoon, a quick hug and a kiss were my reward for awaiting her return. I think I may have fared better if I were a tail-wagging cute little puppy dog. I understand, duty was calling her elsewhere. As she curled her hair for departure(the rain and damp does strange things to ladies hair)I wondered if she took note of the sparkling toilet bowl, but didn't ask. She'll be back around ten and we'll enjoy a late dinner together. I guess with my learning about this blog thing I will also discover the time differential between when the machine tells me something has been uploaded and when it actually appears. That's why the two pictures. I'm learning. Two chapters completed on the book today, I feel very good about that, and I have discovered from being on the net that there are some writers who are publishing by means of their blog. I promise faithfully not to submit you to that. I actually considered how it would work and came up with only one thought, "like a soap opera(Do they still call them by this name?)only with just word stories." One of the reasons that I do most of what you'll be seeing here is my youngest grandaughter. Her name is Kyra. She is four years old, now, and we are really good buds. My first born child made my heart leap. The next five kept it jumping. The first grandchild gave pause for reflection(Now that I'm grandpa should I cut my hair or get a cane or something?). Eight grands later I am ready for the world. I pray that the world is ready for me. I really mean this, no pun intended. I'll be posting pics of kids soon. You are not obligated in any way to view them, but I wish you would. I wish everyone in the world had little people so special in their lives. That's it for today, there is stuff to be done. In Christ's Love, Preacher.
If you are seeing the picture of an Ultra Classic Harley, I have learned something. This was on the way back from one of our weekly rides. My wife says I have enough pictures of the bike. My response, "Then one more can't possibly hurt." She still enjoys me taking pictures of her, and the grands. How can it possibly be that we have enough pictures af anything we care for. Perhaps I shall mention that the next time she suggests that I get the camera and take pictures of a baby that we already have 35 pics of. Maybe not! In Christ's Love, Preacher.
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