He led me back and forth among them, and I saw a great many bones
on the floor of the valley, bones that were very dry. Ezekial 37:2
Monday, April 11, 2011
This and That
Hot flashes are for the birds. I have gone off the making-her-sane medicine so I can get a better grip on pancreatitis, but I am not sure everyone in the house is happy about it. During the nights--covers off, covers on, covers off, covers on, don't touch me, why don't you every cuddle anymore, don't touch me, why don't you ever cuddle anymore... During the days--set the air conditioning to 50, turn off the air, turn the air back to 50, turn off the air... The good part is I haven't had another pancreatitis attack. The bad part is...well re-read the above paragraph.
I think it might be a bit of menopause that accounts for my complete irritation at Noah Webster today. I assume he was the culprit who spelled pharaoh so dumb and decided that gnat should have a g for no good purpose whatsoever. For that matter why put a b on the end of dumb. I type sermons as part of my job and if I never see another pharaoh it will be too soon. A simpe fair-oh would do the trick.
Don't ever try to learn new tricks. I grew up in a household that didn't believe in dancing. Never learned to dance, never danced. Saturday night the youth of our church held a square dance as a fund raiser to go on a mission trip, so I reluctantly agreed to go. I am not that good at the Allemande Left, Dosado, Left-Hand Star/Right-Hand Star, but I can clap. I could clap without square dancing. What was I thinking? Oh and by the way...it was fun. I might have to try more new things.