Countdown
to surgery … twelve days (counting today).
Well,
Chris is down. She apparently picked up
the cold that Ezra had the other day when the kids were over here. She is doing all the classic cold-type
things. Sneezing. Watery eyes. It has slowed her down, but she is a real
gamer. And she’s doing her best to keep
me healthy for two more weeks so I can be clean going into surgery.
Granddaughter
Noa FaceTimed Chris yesterday. Hmm …
“FaceTimed.” How does something like that get to be a verb? Sorry.
Just some grammar musings. So Noa
called to find out when Chris was making pies for Thanksgiving. Apparently the youngster wants to help. Chris was communicating the details when she
noticed a streak in the background.
Those of you who were around in the 60’s and 70’s will understand what I
mean by “streak.” For the rest of you
young whippersnappers, baby brother Ezra toddled by in the background – buck naked. Or as we used to say with our kids, “buss
nessid” or just plain old “nekkid.” In
fact upon seeing the flash on the screen, Nana said, “Ezra, it’s too cold to be
running around nekkid.” And ever the
doting older sister, five-year-old Noa replied, “Yes, and it’s very
inappropriate.” Inappropriate. Well there you go.
Psalms
113:7-8 says, “He raises the poor from
the dust and lifts the needy from the ash heap; he seats them with princes, with
the princes of their people.”
Father,
would you keep us from inappropriate things, both in the way of experiencing
them and ... well ... doing them. Amen.
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