I finished David Sedaris’s book, and my break from hard prose, last night. The whole book was a hoot–I’ll probably try out some more trendy essays the next time I need a break from slow reading. Actually, I’m pretty charged up to continue in Christ and Culture. No dream recollection this morning, but more dog [...]
No dream recollection, because I was dealing with a psychotic Cocker Spaniel all night. She absolutely had to go outside at midnight, an hour after I went to bed, so I figured I’d give up the minute and a half to get six hours of uninterrupted sleep. Except then she woke me up again at [...]
My father-in-law Ollie (with the best picture-taking look I could get out of him) and my mother-in-law Sue holding the plaque that West Alexander Christian Church presented them
We flew in from Pittsburgh yesterday afternoon, and so our Fall travel season is over. My body still hasn’t recovered from the 20-hour day (3:45 AM-midnight) that we turned in Saturday. Mary is still sad because we spent our last night in the parsonage. But overall, the trip was good. Mary’s sister-in-law surprised us (ambushed [...]
I don’t remember the content of my dream last night, but I do remember that there was a hymn, to the tune of “The Way of the Cross Leads Home,” somewhere in there: The fool and the good die young The fool and the good die young It is good to know as I older [...]
No dream recollection this morning, as Mary once again woke up when my alarm went off (it usually takes light and sound). But Gilmore Girls and Smallville are off and running, and our school year diversion season has started. Neither show indicated any slacking in writing or acting, so I’m anticipating a good season for [...]
The talk of the weekend (at least for those of us lurking in the corner and making comments) was the chocolate fountain. See the stuff in front of the fountain? Dad dipped one of everything in the falling chocolate. BTW, I promise that tomorrow I’ll return to my early-morning-musings as per usual, but this morning, [...]
Even more people now have signed up to be Grandma Quick’s grandchildren. From left to right are Jared, Rachel, Joe, Megan, Jill, Beau, Ryan, Tyler, Mary, and me. Grandma Quick is standing in front of us wearing the corsage (in case the generation gap is hard to spot). As often happens, the camera snapped while [...]
Here’s a picture of Dad, Mom, Ryan, Mary, and me on the morning of Jill’s wedding.
Having finished The Analogical Imagination, I’ve embarked on something completely different, namely rereading my Malory book that I at best skimmed while getting the house ready for Ollie and Sue’s visit last spring (or was it Ollie and Uncle Charlie? Oh well–no matter). I had forgotten just how cynical Malory’s version of things turns out [...]
Our plane (the fourth we’d been on this weekend) landed just after seven o’clock last night, and we’re back in Georgia. Whenever I get the chance, I’ll probably try to post some images from the wedding and from Indiana in general here. This is my first morning back in Georgia since Friday, so the rapidly [...]
I just checked in on the flight status for our plane out of here, and Northwest Airlines hasn’t indicated any delay… yet. Mary’s principal issued an order last night that everyone was to go home instead of staying late to work, but the superintendent of the too-large Gwinnett County School System has not yet, as [...]
No recollection this morning, because Mary was up and accused me of stealing all the covers. It’s funny, and it shows what part of my brain is engaged when I pray the Psalms in the morning. If I have to interact conversationally, I don’t remember. If I’m meditating on a phrase or a verse, I [...]
I dreamt last night that I was sitting and reading (I do a lot of that even in my dreams) at my father-in-law’s house when a garbage truck backed into the front wall of the house, cracking the drywall around where I was sitting and shattering the window. When I went outside to demand that [...]
My alarm clock did not go off this morning. Like many other things, the realization that one has lost forty minutes, that the morning routine is shot, will monkey with the best established pattern. So no dream recollections this morning. I’m about a hundred and twenty pages away from finishing David Tracy’s book. In his [...]
This morning, my childhood friend Scott Weaver has no mother. My father’s former coworker Dave Weaver has no wife. When my high school Spanish teacher Cindy Weaver’s funeral ends on Tuesday, the people will go home, and Wednesday morning, all of this will still be true. I thought this thought as I made my way [...]
My dream was quite vivid last night–I dreamed that Mary and I moved into the dorm room in which I was a resident assistant my last two years of college. I was trying to get people to borrow the stupid safety video individually instead of watching it in a meeting, and I caught some guys [...]
