Tuesday, June 16, 2015


1 more sermon.  2 more Sundays, but only 1 more sermon.  We were asked to host a guest preacher my final Sunday.  The board was enthusiastic in their support.

I have now made the reservations for our vacation activities, and I just ordered a kit to paint my brick fireplace.  I want to get some home improvement projects done while I'm off and at home. 

The new anti-psychotic seems to be helping Daughter.  She's doing pretty well with her working at my house on Tuesdays.  Last week she didn't do a very good job, so she didn't get very much money.  I told her she had to prove she could work even when she was tired or upset before she could get a community job.  So today she did a better job. 

I am ready for some time off.  Very ready.  I'm also excited about some of the concerts we'll see this year.  We are going to camp for 9 nights this year.  We will be home for the fireworks at the nearby park this year for the first time.  I've invited some friends for a cook out and to enjoy the fireworks.  Hopefully we will be able to see them from my back yard.  If not, we can walk to the park from here.  It will be fun. 

Monday, June 1, 2015


We talked about vacation yesterday.  I have been putting off making reservations because I was waiting to see what was going to happen with my arm.  Yesterday we began talking about it.  Daughter said she was bored with doing the same thing every year, and wanted to try something new this year.  She had some ideas, and she'd save the $20 she earns a week to pay for it.  I had to explain to her that $80 won't pay for a trip to Paris or a week in a cabin.  As I continued to explain why we do what we do every year, she wasn't buying it.  I offered her a more realistic alternative. 

I talked about camping in a different area, and gave her some information about it.  She looked at pictures, and thought it sounded good.  We talked about what it would be like, and the things we could do.  She began to get excited.  This conversation and negotiating took over an hour.  Then she thought some more.  "I want to go back to (the same place).  I'd miss if if we didn't go this year." 

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.