I had enough of the book “It Didn’t Start With You: How Inherited Family Drama Shapes Who We Are And How To End the Cycle” by Mark Wolynn. He did prove scientifically what it says in the Bible about how a parent’s behavior can effect three generations, and there was some good steps, but some of the remedies he suggested where kinda on the mystical side. Eighty percent of the book was all I could get through.
Now I am listening to The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon, a novel of a boy growing up in Barcelona, in search of more information about his favorite author. Great title. Forgot where I learned of this book. Previously read by Connie Morris and Catherine Norman.
I had never read The Firm, nor seen the movie, until the past few months. Good stuff.
Seems like I can never get enough sleep. Was able to get extended sleep last Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, which was nice. Hoping to sleep late both tomorrow and Sunday. Nice that our Sunday School class doesn’t start until ten. I don’t really mind that worship doesn’t get over until 1230, and we don’t get home until 1 pm.
I wasn’t feeling great yesterday. My lower back had been hurting again after Wednesday’s physical therapy, when they had me doing squats. Then last night I was doing a lot of bending and sitting on the floor with Millie and Shivonne. Slept on the couch but was making several trips to the bathroom during the night. Finally got some good sleep from 330 – 630. Yesterday I had drank lemonade, but this morning chose the Diet Mtn Dew. Feeling much better today, but I think I will take it easy and skip golf tomorrow. Maybe.
With 5 starters out, the Braves lost 3-2 to the Mets. Sale pitched another good game, going into the 8th for the first time in years.
At lunch I checked out two thrift stores near the office. At Goodwill I almost ran into a young lady in a Mississippi State t-shirt. Then at Park Ave I crossed paths with her again. Got the free large fry deal at McDonalds, along with a chicken sandwich.
Bought a Stripers fishing hat for three bucks. Had wanted to get that hat when they gave it away back in April, but figured it wasn’t worth the ticket and parking and gas for the long drive over there. Of course I look ridiculous in these types of hats, even the Masters one I have. Will probably sell it at a profit.
Sunday night we’re eating at Kimball House in Decatur where M works. M’s girlfriend has to work (there at Kimball House) so it will just be me, C, and M. Most of the menu is seafood which I am allergic to. Guess I will have a steak, unless I can talk Monsie into cooking me a burger.
Crazy that Reid W can still remember the particular day that certain things happened. I would need to refer to my calendars for that. Also interesting about how it took so long for your bus trip. I often wonder how long it took to travel back in the days before interstate highways, like from Atlanta to New Orleans.
DENISON: American rapper Snoop Dogg will be carrying the Olympic flame on its final stretch before entering the stadium. A recent article by Brad East on the relationship between God and the games is a good read. “Athletes gave God the credit, often in explicitly Christian terms. It was almost like a competition to see who could outdo the others in redirecting praise heavenward.” Given the number of Christians competing, the way the chaotic and unpredictable nature of athletic competition lends itself to a religious perspective.
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