Countdown
to Bionically-empowered Implantdom … eleven days.
We
did get our batch of turkeys the other day.
Or would that be flock of turkeys?
A gaggle? A gobble? What do you call a group of ten turkeys? Does that change when they are all stuffed
into one fridge awaiting Fry Day, which happens on Tuesday of next week? Ah, such questions that confound the minds of
scholars everywhere. It all just makes
me hungry. OK, wait a minute. I can’t stand it. I have to go look it up ………
There
it is. A group of turkeys can be called any
of the following: gang, dole, dule, possee, brood, flock, raffle. That’s crazy.
But let’s get the official word here.
Are you ready for this one? A
group of turkeys is technically called a “rafter.” Wait.
Why? I thought that was part of the
house. Sigh. Ain’t words grand?
Speaking
of hungry, I made a quick trip over to WalMart yesterday. We were out of Kleenex and Chris still has a
more than adequate supply of snot to regurgitate. Is that what happens when it comes out of
your nose, or is that one reserved for second-hand mouth-originated
extract? While there she had me pick up
some cookies for home group and some crescent rolls. We’ll use the rolls next week, but she had a
coupon for the purchase of three such products.
A whole dollar off. Gotta use
that one. I even found a few bottles of
one of the spices she needed for the turkey rub next week. Hero here.
Now
you would think such a tiny shopping list would have me back home in a milli-second-ish
jiffy. Not so much. See, I ran into Doug, a guy from church who
just returned from a vacation in Hawaii.
And let’s just say … Doug had a wonderful time in Hawaii. We talked for a long time. Great guy.
He has one of the biggest hearts I know, and he enjoys blessing people
one at a time in very specific ways. Glad
to have him as part of the Seaside version of the Body of Christ.
Well,
I have to cut this one short. We are
heading to Cypress, Texas, where I am performing a wedding this weekend. Rehearsal at 4:30 today. Spend the night in a hotel up there. Wedding tomorrow night. Back home for a bit of sleep before church
tomorrow. Here we go …
Psalms
115:1 says, “Not to us, O Lord, not to us
but to your name be the glory, because of your love and faithfulness.”
Father,
we invite you to ride with us on this Texas journey. And please, heal Chris quickly. Amen.
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