Friday, May 30, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
Remembering Those Who Helped Pay For Our Freedom
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Portland Bloom
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
Happy Birthday, Peg
It's my wife's birthday and I'm in Portland, Oregon at a conference.
Happy birthday to my wife.
(See Peggy's birthday post on her blog.)
Happy birthday to my wife.
(See Peggy's birthday post on her blog.)
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
The Guy in Front of Me
Flying to Portland
Why is it the guy in front of me always has to put his seat back all the way? With my 6'-4'' frame squished into the tiny United space to begin with, my knees start touching the back of the seat in front of me. Then, wham! The guy in front of me slings his seat back. He doesn't inch it back. It seems he waits till the right moment and ... pow, I have to do the splits.
So I look up and down the aisle. I can't see anyone else who has put their seat back. It's always the guy in front of me. People who are 5 feet or shorter and have all kinds of room to spare have people in front of them who keep their seats up the whole way. Children and midgets have people in front of them who keep their seats up the whole way.
Now the guy's dome, with its few wispy hairs on top, is a few inches from my face. What a flight.
All right, enough with the complaining. But flying is just no fun anymore.
At least I'm back in my beloved Oregon for a few days, though most of the time will be spent indoors at the conference and board meeting.
Why is it the guy in front of me always has to put his seat back all the way? With my 6'-4'' frame squished into the tiny United space to begin with, my knees start touching the back of the seat in front of me. Then, wham! The guy in front of me slings his seat back. He doesn't inch it back. It seems he waits till the right moment and ... pow, I have to do the splits.
So I look up and down the aisle. I can't see anyone else who has put their seat back. It's always the guy in front of me. People who are 5 feet or shorter and have all kinds of room to spare have people in front of them who keep their seats up the whole way. Children and midgets have people in front of them who keep their seats up the whole way.
Now the guy's dome, with its few wispy hairs on top, is a few inches from my face. What a flight.
All right, enough with the complaining. But flying is just no fun anymore.
At least I'm back in my beloved Oregon for a few days, though most of the time will be spent indoors at the conference and board meeting.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Job Well Done
We're patting ourselves on the back. Peggy and I are both very tired but very thankful and satisfied after holding a garage sale at Peggy's parents' house to coincide with the annual neighborhood sale. A lot of larger items went that we will not have to lift again.
Peggy's mom is living happily at Maranatha but we still have the house to deal with ... and a housing market at rock bottom. But yesterday and today helped us accomplish quite a lot that we will not now have to deal with when we sell the house.
Peggy's mom is living happily at Maranatha but we still have the house to deal with ... and a housing market at rock bottom. But yesterday and today helped us accomplish quite a lot that we will not now have to deal with when we sell the house.
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