For those so incllined, The Daily Office Evening Prayer
It's "Java Jive" Day at church. I wonder if the fourth for Scarbble will be there today.
I've completed my early morning chores (make the bed, take my meds, check my VA appointments online) I think now would be as good time to take a nap.
As it turned out I didn't make it to Scrabble as I had a sudden turn of events that didn't settle itself until the imodium ad kicked in.
For those so inclined, The Daily Office Evening Prayer
I'll be taking my brother to vote at 1330hrs. That should prove to be interesting. He'll be voting curbside.
And interesting it was! It took four attempts to get his paper ballot to eject correctly from the machine. This is not a seed for a conspiracy theory!! I've worked with these prople at this location in the past. I'd stake my life on their integrity. Well, just look at this.
Yesterday I was planning on going to the kitchen at the parish hall today and cleaning the coffee makers. Today it's a maybe today, maybe tomorrow thingy in my head. I don't want to disturb anything that the school may be doing in the dinning hall today. If I wait until tomorrow I'll have to wait until the market folks clear out of the kitchen. The benefit to that is that after cleaning the makers I can go ahead and set up the coffee service for Sunday morning. I think I'll do that. My younger brother called this morning and during that call I learned I had sent his birthday present to the wrong address. I went online to Amazon and went a message to the seller correcting the mistake. Meanwhile I told my brother he needs to introduce himself to his neighbor at number 72 his street, and let him know that if a food saver vacuum ssytem shows up at his door it was placed there by mistake. Ah, the corrections one must make with age.
I'm pretty sure the link has long expired, but I posted the following in the comment section:
"As a Purple Heart recipient, I can only say that it's actions like this, and by other vets, that sting more than any insults hurled across airports by hippies at returning vets from Vietnam. It's why the medals I received are stored in a drawer, and I avoid veteran organizations like Trump avoided service." Actually, I had forgotten that I had transferred them all to an old shoebox before posting my comment.
Since deleting my account on facebook I've cancelled subscriptions to at least half a dozen newspapers and journals. I still have remaining time until the cancelled subscriptions run out. Until today I've been true to my word in ignoring all that is beyond the sphere of my influence.
It's Geezer Breakfast Day! The breaskfast at Denny's in Lake Jackson is better than the breakfasts served at the two tex-mex restaurants in Angleton, and the service tends to be better. The determining factor today is price. Denny's tends to be more expensive and it's Ronnies turn to pay. I think we should start opting for separate checks. No matter the level of service or time of day Ronnie thinks a five percent tip is extravagant. I'm not going to discuss the current topic of "tipping culture, has it gotten out of hand?" beyond saying thaat it spoils the experience of dinning out when one is with someone who walks through the door looking for reasons not to tip.
I'll also be taking my older brother to the polls today, if he hasn't changed his mind. He votes curbside, which means we stay in the vehicle and the equipment is brought out to him. He qualifies as an eighty-one year old with COPD and congestive heart failure. After voting he wants to go out to lunch and then to the bank and to Kroger so he can cash his lottery tickets and use the winnings to buy more tickets.
As I said my brother leaving the house depends on his mood. He called when I returned from breakfast to say he wants to vote on Monday. Speaking of breakfast I found out today that what I've been saying to Ronnie about one of the servers is the brother of the manager is correct. The manager's name is Matthew. He hired his younger brother Joshua after Joshua graduated from high school.They both hail from Illinois and a family of seventeen children. Needless to say I enjoy crime (detective)shows on television. After several returning visits to grocerywas stores, restaurants, and other retail outlets I like to imagine stories about the people who work at those locations. Joe Orton inspired me when I watched "Prick Up Your Ears." Orton carried a notepad with him whereever he went to write down what others said or did so that he could later refer to such to authenticity to his writing. OK, the last part of that sentence pretty much comes from my nether regions that depends on what I took away from watching the mmovie.
I missed Scrabble day last week so I'm looking forward to a good game today.
Today's strange thought. During morning prayer I have one of my own wherein I remember friends and relatives who've died, or with whom our relationship is strained by something I or they said or did. This is one of those months when I can't recall anyone dying.
Try as I may, I can not for the life of me get Mr. Mistofellees to look into the phone when trying to take a picture.
i was the high scorer in the first scrabble game this morning. I went to Walmart after the game and spent well more than planned. It's almost 1700hrs and I'm tired enough to go to bed so for those so inclined, The Daily Office Evening Prayer
I woke at 0345hrs. The temperature outdoors was 58°F.
Today is PTSD group meeting. day. I'm still following the advice I give to others which is why this blog contains so few links to other websites. "If it's outside of one's sphere of influence don't let it ruin your day." In other words turn off the television and don't wacth the news. After twenty some odd minutes of scaring the bejesus out of it's audience network newscasts broadcast a thirty second story that amounts to aint 'merica great. I understand that it needn't be a Soviet style thirty minutes of glorious reports of tractor production by patriotic workers. That would be equally a waste of the viewer's time. I don't have a soloution, but I find that since tuning out of broadcast journalism I'm calmer and sleep better at night.
In addition to the generosity of the women at church the veteran's PTSD meeting was very helpful this evening.
Mr. Mistoffelees is having issues with his litter box. He absolutely refuses to any "go" in scented litter. The local Walmart and Kroger both stock scented litter products out the whazoo, only occcasionally is there unscented light weight litter on the shelf at both stores. In desperation I purchased two eight pound containers of light weight litter because his box was getting so nasty he started pooping in my shower. I had to dump a full two pound box of baking soda in with the litter to absord the scent before he'd use it to relieve his bladder, and he still ended up pooping in inconvenient locations. I signed on to Chewy yesterday and ordered their two pack of unscented light weight litter. It's scheduled for delivery between today and Wednesday. I truly hope it's today. With delivery charges and taxes it ends up costing more than buying local, but all things considered it's one of those "must do what one must do" situations. Good news is in the Email inbox.
I just got off the phone with my younger brother. Today is his Seventy-second birthday. I thought his birthday was the twenty-fifth. It's today.
This is so cool! I signed up for mail preview at usps.com and now I get a scanned notification of what mail is going to be delivered today. I responded to the Email and found out the two pieces of mail that will be put in the cluster box are both junk mail. This saves me the tortorous trip to the cluster box. I'm so happy I could wet myself
There will be a reception after the 1030hrs Mass tomorrow to show appreciation to Fr Travis for his service since coming here about ten years ago. Even though I was on the search committee that called him I don't remedmber exactly how long ago that was. Ah, the joys of aging! /sarc
I cancelled subscriptions to all the major news sources yesterday. The main reason for the subscriptions was to enable me to share what I believed to be articles of interest with "friends" on facebook without they're being charged. As it turned out I deleted my facebook account when it became apparent that so few persons there were interested in the same topics as me. The same is true for the past blogs and YouTube channel I used to host. I would mention those activities to real life friends who would then ask for the URLs so they could check them out. Later, checking stat counters and trackers I would discover they never bothered to visit. I compare this phenomenon to the same genuine interest when presented with the inquiry from acquaintances of, "how's it going?" 'Tis a baseless social etiquette rule, expectedd,but not respected.
Dear miracle cure snake oil Internet hucksters, If you can't get to your point (gimmick) in the first fifteen seconds of your scam I assume you're a rip-off artist. So, what brought on that outburst? I watched one of those long winded intros to a self "medication" dietary supplements for curing diabetic myopathy.
It's almost 1800hrs and I've a busy day at church tomorrow. I'll still have to stay up for a couple of hours waiting on a call from a parishioner to decide if he'll be attending Mass tomorrow.
I enjoyed a good long phone conversation with a friend from teen years. We both sang tenor in the choir at church. and after I rturned from Vietnam he joined the navy. Of everyone I knew in my teen years, he's the only person with whom I still connect occasionally, by phone mostly, I visited him in California once and he's visited me in Columbus, Georgia and here in Texas.
I added a hit counter to this blog, To keep it accurate I'll have to stop checking for typos and weak construction using the preview feature as that increases the hit count.
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The Daily Office Morning Prayer
I was supposed to take my brother to lunch today. I just called hiom to beg off until next week. He was fine with that.
For those so inclined, The Daily Office, Morning Prayer The Second Sunday after Pentecost I woke after eight hours of sound sleep. The weath...
