Singspiration and Unwinding Afterward
We had the best singspiration ever at church tonight. I wish everyone I know could enjoy such wonderful times of worship.
We just got new songbooks--Hymns of the Church, compiled by John D. Martin. John was a teacher at a 3-week summer teacher's institute I attended in Hartville, OH in the 1970s, so I've known him for a long time--not that we've kept in contact particularly, or anything. His wife was a dear friend of my sister Carol when all of us were young and single. Oh yes . . . he once accompanied a young man who came to visit me in Ohio. They lived in the same area in PA--many moons ago, with the details probably best consigned to obscurity.
Lyle S. led the singing at church. One of his songs is included in the book, and we sang it tonight. We also sang a choral number from the section in the back. A handful of people had helped sing it at weddings, etc. and the rest of us "winged" it. Lyle told us he never dreamed that he would get to lead that song at Center Church "just like that." Oh my. I think I'll have to unwind before I can go to sleep tonight.
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The other day I spilled the few chocolate covered coffee beans I had left in my snack bag at school, and they rolled around on the floor. I looked at them there on the floor and had a disturbing thought. I'm not sure that anyone that keeps sheep or goats should consider eating this. Too many unfortunate associations. I ate them anyway. (I'm a little ashamed of this, but not too ashamed.)
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Wes had to leave school yesterday to take his parents to the funeral of Henry's last sister. Henry is the youngest of 13, and he and only one brother are left. Today things were a little less productive than yesterday, and I'm glad our principal will be back tomorrow. A few wild oats are beginning to sprout.
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Shane is somewhere between here and Dallas tonight, with plans to come home tomorrow. Tristan and Dorcas were in church, and Tristan had nearly reached the end of his tolerance before the service was over. I'm sure life will seem all-better when Shane gets home. He had a nightmarish time of it yesterday driving an overloaded truck through Dallas. Among other things, he got his drive wheels hung up on a curb and had to call a tow truck. Then he had to wend his way--twice--through long stretches of road construction with narrow lanes between "walls" and other barriers. One person who lived in Dallas for a time observed on Facebook that driving a car in Dallas is a challenge and driving an overloaded truck is insane.
Shane's summary of the day was this: Sometimes you get to be the pigeon, and at other times you have to be the statue. It was a statue kind of day.
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Joel, Hilda, and Arwen are headed to IN for a weekend meeting in southern IN. They're hoping that driving through the night will suit Arwen. They'll spend time in northern IN after the weekend. Hilda's parents are also planning to make the same stops.
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My dad is scheduled for another appointment tomorrow, and the chemo and radiation is about to begin. His cancer has not subsided since the last appointment, despite the alternative things he's been trying, and he's resigned to conventional treatment.
Mom has her own health issues right now. Late last week she spent most of a day in the emergency room at Hutch Regional, getting 2 liters of IV treatment. She apparently had contracted the flu and was getting dehydrated and "out of it" and unable to move on her own and respond or eat or drink or any of the normal activities of life. She returned home much improved, but she is still house-bound.
Marvin stayed with her tonight and reported by text to Lois after church that he had just prayed with her and tucked her in. Thanks Marvin.
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Tucking myself in is my next order of business.
We just got new songbooks--Hymns of the Church, compiled by John D. Martin. John was a teacher at a 3-week summer teacher's institute I attended in Hartville, OH in the 1970s, so I've known him for a long time--not that we've kept in contact particularly, or anything. His wife was a dear friend of my sister Carol when all of us were young and single. Oh yes . . . he once accompanied a young man who came to visit me in Ohio. They lived in the same area in PA--many moons ago, with the details probably best consigned to obscurity.
Lyle S. led the singing at church. One of his songs is included in the book, and we sang it tonight. We also sang a choral number from the section in the back. A handful of people had helped sing it at weddings, etc. and the rest of us "winged" it. Lyle told us he never dreamed that he would get to lead that song at Center Church "just like that." Oh my. I think I'll have to unwind before I can go to sleep tonight.
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The other day I spilled the few chocolate covered coffee beans I had left in my snack bag at school, and they rolled around on the floor. I looked at them there on the floor and had a disturbing thought. I'm not sure that anyone that keeps sheep or goats should consider eating this. Too many unfortunate associations. I ate them anyway. (I'm a little ashamed of this, but not too ashamed.)
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Wes had to leave school yesterday to take his parents to the funeral of Henry's last sister. Henry is the youngest of 13, and he and only one brother are left. Today things were a little less productive than yesterday, and I'm glad our principal will be back tomorrow. A few wild oats are beginning to sprout.
**********************
Shane is somewhere between here and Dallas tonight, with plans to come home tomorrow. Tristan and Dorcas were in church, and Tristan had nearly reached the end of his tolerance before the service was over. I'm sure life will seem all-better when Shane gets home. He had a nightmarish time of it yesterday driving an overloaded truck through Dallas. Among other things, he got his drive wheels hung up on a curb and had to call a tow truck. Then he had to wend his way--twice--through long stretches of road construction with narrow lanes between "walls" and other barriers. One person who lived in Dallas for a time observed on Facebook that driving a car in Dallas is a challenge and driving an overloaded truck is insane.
Shane's summary of the day was this: Sometimes you get to be the pigeon, and at other times you have to be the statue. It was a statue kind of day.
***********************
Joel, Hilda, and Arwen are headed to IN for a weekend meeting in southern IN. They're hoping that driving through the night will suit Arwen. They'll spend time in northern IN after the weekend. Hilda's parents are also planning to make the same stops.
***********************
My dad is scheduled for another appointment tomorrow, and the chemo and radiation is about to begin. His cancer has not subsided since the last appointment, despite the alternative things he's been trying, and he's resigned to conventional treatment.
Mom has her own health issues right now. Late last week she spent most of a day in the emergency room at Hutch Regional, getting 2 liters of IV treatment. She apparently had contracted the flu and was getting dehydrated and "out of it" and unable to move on her own and respond or eat or drink or any of the normal activities of life. She returned home much improved, but she is still house-bound.
Marvin stayed with her tonight and reported by text to Lois after church that he had just prayed with her and tucked her in. Thanks Marvin.
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Tucking myself in is my next order of business.
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