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#OldPeopleProblems I for one am looking forward to a new year. This last year was a doozy. One of our best dates was seeing Elton John in concert. From someone who appreciates pop entertainers such as Britney and Gaga, Sir Elton did not disappoint. It was such a fantastic performance! We also attended a local Auburn club event where we met Kodi Burns and Jonathan Wallace. Take care, brothers and sisters, that none of you may have an evil and unfaithful heart, so as to forsake the living God. Already he is anticipating the "baptism" of his bloody death. The Father's voice responds to the Son's acceptance, proclaiming his entire delight in his Son. Jesus will be the source of the Spirit for all mankind. At his baptism "the heavens were opened" - the heavens that Adam's sin had closed - and the waters were sanctified by the descent of Jesus and the Spirit, a prelude to the new creation. As gold in the furnace, he proved them, and as sacrificial offerings he took them to himself. are the People of God beyond death.
he said to the disciple, “Behold, your mother.There she stood, in keeping with the divine plan, enduring with her only begotten Son the intensity of his suffering, joining herself with his sacrifice in her mother's heart, and lovingly consenting to the immolation of this victim, born of her: to be given, by the same Christ Jesus dying on the cross, as a mother to his disciple, with these words: "Woman, behold your son. She never ceased to believe in the fulfillment of God's word. And so the Church venerates in Mary the purest realization of faith. A few days ago I gave a noon talk on my new book at the Cato Institute in Washington, D. C. while on my way to a conference at the University of Virginia in Charlottesville. I was due in Charlottesville by dinner time. Unfortunately, as I discovered, there was no public transportation that would get me there by then. Someone at Cato found one of their interns who generously offered to drive me down, a trip of between two and three hours. Which raises an interesting question at the intersection of economics, emotions and etiquette. Consider Senator Lieberman's qualifications for the Democratic nomination. In the most recent election, he demonstrated an ability to attract Republican votes unmatched, so far as I know, by any non-Republican candidate in recent history. Connecticut is not, it is true, a Republican state. Odd though it may seem in the light of the religious conflicts of past centuries, his status as a deeply believing Jew probably makes him more attractive to the Republicans' religious hard core than any other Democrat. It is true that Lieberman's support for the Iraq war looks, at this point, like a liability. Not all of the talk is about the group's topic. Once you know people, it's natural enough to get into talking about their lives, arguing politics, discussing the world. This time I also replaced another capacitor. Here is a picture showing the new capacitor to change. I needed to fix four power supplies for the current pile of projectors. Here is the pile of projectors, I managed to fix three of them. I only had two bulbs so that is more than what I have all of the parts for. I still have three projectors that are parts piles. Being prepared for any degree of self-sufficiency has picked up a strangely kooky reputation. Prepare too much, and you're bordering on being a "survivalist," and we all know they're crazy, right? But of course, the funny thing is, we all want to survive. Or better. I personally think those kooks were the minority, but it certainly tinted negatively the public view toward anyone who would identify himself as a "survivalist. "While I agree that there's a point where one puts more time and resources into preparing for the possible than dealing with the present, I think that it's wise to prepare. I put on my seat belt whenever I'm driving, but I don't want to get into a car accident. I lock my doors but I don't want to have my house or car attacked. I put in smoke alarms, but I don't want a fire. The insurance lady was supposed to meet us at the house. My wife went ahead to the house, while I took care of some other stuff at the old house. Half an hour later, she called me to ask me to look up the insurance agency and contact the appraiser, to see if she was lost. I dutifully did so, and soon met the frustrated appraiser on the phone. "I just called to see if you're lost," I said. "Oh, my lord, YES, I'm lost," she replied.
"Well, where are you, and I'll vector you.?" I began. "This darned GPS! It wasn't finding new streets, which are important when you're an insurance appraiser, what with new construction. I know I said I probably wouldn't have anything to post this week, but I did get a chance to get one card made! ha! Next week will be much more hectic as I will be planning a birthday party for my Brother. I have ALOT of stuff to do for that. so that means limited time in my craft room and to be honest, for me. The crowd in the forest was not too thick in the morning, affording quite a smooth passage to our start point at the foot of the Ranger Station. wow. I've added another point to my post on grieving and helping those who grieve. For those who've already read yesterday's post, here it is:Allow children to see the body, if it's appropriate and they're willing. I've been an Oliver Sacks fan for years. I've read many of his books, from "The man who mistook his wife for a hat" to "Uncle Tungsten: memories of a chemical boyhood. " So imagine my excitement when I found an article about him in last Saturday's Good Weekend, which showed he is just as much of an oddity as the people he writes about with such sympathy and insight. Don't know about you, but I'm fascinated with so-called "abnormal" human psychology. I love learning about the amazing variants of the human mind. I enjoy films like "Rain man" and "A beautiful mind". I've read lots of books which open a window into the autistic mind, like Mark Haddon's "The curious incident of the dog in the night time", Daniel Tammet's "Born on a blue day" and Temple Grandin's "Emergence: labeled autistic". Abram obeyed God and took his nephew with him, the servants and possessions they had acquired in Haran, and entered the land of Ham’s grandson, Canaan. The question might be asked, did Terah found the village and name it after his dead son? Haran is used as a person’s name later as well. This second letter is a reminder of things the church was told by the prophets through their writings and by the words spoken to the apostles by Christ. Peter warns them about the nature of people in the last days. This, like Paul’s warnings, are not about the unsaved in the world for men and women have always been scoffers and reprobate. It is their nature. At least it proves we were there? . We saw this cemetery in Lake Barclay State Park, just by the side of the road next to a water tower and stopped to take a look. " was meant to protect. I had never seen roller derby before, but The Daughter knows someone who plays for a local team, and I went with her to a friends & family practice game in the Pipkin Building at the old fairgrounds. Fun! Even though I was clueless about what was going on, it was fun. We plan to find out a bit about the rules and go back. All I know right now I learned from the song:The Daughter's friend is in the yellow helmet in the top picture. The Daughter took the pictures in this post. Brandon McCormick directs. Music is by Nicholas Kirk. Heartless: The Story of the Tinman from Brandon McCormick on Vimeo.
from Milk and Cookies.The Daughter and I took some time this afternoon to go to the Venice in the Age of Canaletto exhibit at the Brooks Museum. We enjoyed the time there. The Brooks is another attraction I remember from my childhood and that the kids grew up going to. It's also another one that has changed a lot through the years and looks nothing like it did when I was little. Although I remember the old building fondly, I like the way it is now, too, and this is the only way the kids have ever known it. My fitness feels like it's actually not too bad, though not great. Cross training does work. Of course, no uptick is without its set backs, and my hammie decided to get unhappy with me at the end of last week. Playing around with reverse loops. The curves aren't perfect and the fiddly, finescale track proved tricky to work with, especially in a dimly lit garage! But, the electrics worked perfectly, allowing me to isolate each loop and reverse the polarity via a couple of toggle switches. In fact, the wiring bit proved far more enjoyable than the track laying, taking about a fifth of the time. Indeed, I'm in the early stages of planning an entirely new layout project, possibly in 'N', and I'm giving serious consideration to including just such a reverse loop. It's a shame that this will have to be ripped up soon - I need my woodwork bench back. As supplied, the motion was knackered, motor a bit rough and bodyshell a bit bashed. Luckily we had a spare chassis in the Model Rail store so that was a very quick swap, although the body needed much more work. New handrails and other small details like brake pipes and real coal chippings in the bunker made a massive difference, plus a driver and fireman squeezed into the cab. This was the model beforehand. Preparing for our friends Mark and Cheryl to borrow Erin Mae for a week we took her over to the marina's service wharf for a pump-out and to top up the diesel. This morning we came up the locks through Chester with Tony and Karina on NB No Brass – it's much easier in the wide locks with two boats, and there's double the crew to work the paddles and gates. We met some interesting characters along the way. One of them, chatting to everyone at the penultimate lock, distracted Karina to the point that she knocked her windlass into the lock. So Tony and I walked back to the lock with our Sea-Searcher, and began to fish. We decided to drop the lock – there were some swirling currents from the leaks in the gates, but it was easier to see exactly where we were fishing with the water down. There's a flint mill at Cheddleton. The girl behind the counter told us the coffee machine was broken so it would have to be instant. She had a very nice filter gizmo but didn't know how to use it. Meanwhile, two police officers followed us in, and ordered extremely large breakfasts. They were doing an advanced motorcycle course – Steve the instructor and Mark the trainee. .