Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Thomas Merton was a sinner who loved God; you can read more about him here:

His prayer copied here is mine this morning

My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think that I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so. But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you. And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing. I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire. And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road though I may know nothing about it. Therefore will I trust you always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death. I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone. Amen.

Monday, October 17, 2016

Day 1 of my vacation

The alarm that woke me up this morning was my beautiful bride announcing 'I'm going to get a coffee'.

I mumbled inaudibly just to let her know I had heard her while my heart leapt knowing I didn't have to get up RIGHT NOW; George Bailey was sitting in front of Henry F. Potter asking for $8000 like a miserable little clerk crawling in on his hands and knees.

We were out the door at just a bit after 8:00 for Moni's 9:30 appointment in Ann Arbor with the infamous and inimitable Dr. Gross. Due to the heavy traffic on southbound US 23, we took Whitmore Lake Road through town and down to North Territorial then east over to Dixboro. About 20 minutes south took us to McAuley Drive and the Reichert Medical Center at St Joseph Mercy Hospital.

We arrived a bit early, learned what we need to learn, and then left by about 10:30. We made no stops on the way home as I was anxiously awaiting a lost shipment of insulin from UPS.

At home, Moni made several phone calls, I got our new printer/scanner/faxer by Canon set up, registered, and ready for use. I then put together our riceless unstuffed cabbage with pork and beef lo-carb dinner just before my lost insulin package arrived via the nice UPS man.

We are now enjoying a mild restful evening - Moni in front of HouseHunters on the 32 inch screen, me listening to Bambi while I type.

Saturday, October 15, 2016


If ever we wrote our book, we would have enough anecdotes and stories to devote an entire chapter to telephones - cell phones, in particular - and our experiences trying to purchase, update, buy airtime, add airtime, get help from a Person Who Is Not A Robot, troubleshoot and transfer our phone numbers.

Last night's story would be at the end of the chapter (as it is most recent, not necessarily most dramatic) and I will tell it here.

After work, I was met by my beautiful bride at home with 'Guess who's phone died?' Knowing mine was fine, I knew the answer to the question, and the web of charger chords and extension chords attached to every possible outlet in the house confirmed this. 'It died in broad daylight,' lamented Moni, 'with no warning!'
'Did you try all the chargers?' (We have several thousand occupying various baskets, napkin holders, mugs, photo displays, and drawers in the house - and I also knew the answer to this one.)
'Well, it's probably time for a new one', I quipped curtly, because I knew my dinner would be interrupted indefinitely until we took care of this, ... , humph.

Moni called Straight Talk to try to get some help, or more accurately, a replacement phone. I had to turn Jeopardy! up way too loud to hear it but still caught several variations of 'long time customer', 'only six months old', 'a manager please', and 'what am I supposed to do without a phone for four business days?!?', some controlled and calm - and some not so.

She had just bought a monthly service card for $50 two days ago and they would not refund her money for that service, but the idiot she was talking to assured her several times that Walmart would indeed give her a refund. She knew this was bs and so she got the guy's name and company ID number. I asked earnestly 'you want me to go with?' and she gave me that, 'well, yea - uh' she uses when I ask a stupid question. Meanwhile, Niel Page was just getting to know Del Griffith at the airport in Planes, Trains, and Automobiles, and I knew how John Hughes would tell the rest of that story.

We took the expressway, which is a longer route but quicker, and found the parking lot at Walmart not crowded. We entered and headed toward Customer Service, which was directly next to the little cell phone section. Moni took her phone card and receipt to CS, and I checked out the selection of prepaid options.

When she didn't come and join me within oh, say, ten minutes with 'Well which one looks good?', I knew the Straight Talk moron was wrong. I walked over to CS and the nice young man with the blue vest was showing Moni on the card where it says 'Absolutely no refunds', and she wasn't happy about it. She had him call Straight Talk himself but the infidel who mis-informed her was 'not available'.

She was not to be deterred and used my phone again to call Straight Talk for some resolution. I went back to the display of phones for sale and further investigated other prepaid options. The nice girl who worked there had just got back from a smoke break and answered all my questions. Ironically, she had recently experienced a similar situation with Straight Talk, and she received no resolution either.
After the fourth phone call to Straight Talk, Moni was convinced the only option was to buy another  cheap Straight Talk phone, so as to not lose the month of unlimited data, text, and phone service, and move on. She picked out the absolute cheapest phone from about 2007; we bought it, and headed out to the Journey. I  forgo'ed  (what is the past tense of that verb??) White Castle (this took great will power) so we could get home in a timely manner, and when we arrived home, Del Griffiths was telling Niel Page, 'I knew I knew ya.'.

God be praised, Moni's got a phone she can call people with and text anywhere in the world, even if the display screen is only an inch in diameter.

Thursday, October 13, 2016

Hip Pocket childrens record: peter pan

Henny Penny (Peter Pan records 78)

Jack Arthur - Pony Boy / Buffalo Gals

Jack Arthur - Peter Rabbit (Full length version)

Jack Arthur - Goldilocks and the Three Bears

Jack Arthur - Little Red Riding Hood

    narrator sounds like Groucho Marx

Three Little Pigs - Peter Pan Records (1950) - 10" 78rpm Picture Book ...

Little Brave Sambo (Peter Pan Records) 1971

In a small clearing in the middle of lahge fahrest, ...

Run, run, as fast as you can, ...

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

............................... a song of sorrow and praise........................................

small insignificant rat bastard loser angry wondering why when helpless sometimes no hope forgive me please change my heart please please

don't care sometimes

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I will have nothing to do with a God who cares only occasionally. I need a God who is with us always, everywhere, in the deepest depths as well as the highest heights. It is when things go wrong, when good things do not happen, when our prayers seem to have been lost, that God is most present. We do not need the sheltering wings when things go smoothly. We are closest to God in the darkness, stumbling along blindly.

- Madeleine L'Engle

Thank You LORD for hearing me and not counting my sin against me. Forgive my doubt, increase my faith, satisfy my thirst.