It's been so long since I entered anything on my blog I felt obligated to stop by. I can only imagine how disappointed the two of you have been. I don't have a strong sense of direction so let me start with something that came to mind yesterday. I had gone outside to wait for my wife to arrive so I could take her to work. She is working 2 part-time jobs in addition to her other family activities. I had her bright chartreuse, (who'd a thought that word starts with a "ch"), Turnpike shirt and some tennis shoes for her to put on while I drove her to the plaza where she was starting her shift. While standing in the front yard I saw a neighbour kid, a little girl, ridding her bike. While she did not speak to me on this occasion, in the past she has called me, "Emma's Grandpa". "Hi, Emma's Grandpa, what are you doing?" For whatever reason I began wondering about addressing my Heavenly Father as Nancy's Heavenly Father, or Tim's Heavenly Father. Of course He is mine too, but thinking in terms of His position as my fellow believer's Heavenly Father lends a sense of community to the reference. (My sister would be proud) I haven't fully explored this paradigm but I kinda like the early stages of considering it.
On a more serious note I was faced with an uncomfortable situation the other day. We were headed to church from Winfield where we had attended a retirement party for my brother-in-law, (never did like him much, lucky stiff), anyway, we passed a sign announcing an auction with some information about when and where presented on the sign. It all seemed so seamless looking back on it, the transition from a fairly mundane event to the genius that was unfolding in my head. Almost instantly the tune and words came rushing into my thoughts, totally unabated. "Come on, let me show you where the auction is, oh, baby come on, let me show you where the action is, baby come on, let me ......,well, you get the idea. So simple, so incredibly funny and yet it took 40 some years of reading signs about auctions with this song waiting in the shadows of my fertile imagination to finally be masterfully combined into this soon to be classical bit of humour.
Gosh, I'm so glad you stopped by. Let me leave you with a stolen joke. I just read this on facebook a few minutes ago. To protect myself from any copyright liabilities let me be unambiguous about the source of the joke. A friend of a friend had posted it so here goes, "It's so hot I saw a bird pulling a worm out of the ground wearing an oven mitt".
