Musings: Notes From My Daybook

I am afraid there has been a bit of a lag in posting this week. And as this day closes I realize that the recently published article that I thought worth commenting on was left behind on my study desk. So perhaps this a good time to say thank you for all who chose to comment on the site. I am grateful to every note posted. Your insights and observations enrich my own perceptions of faith and the world. So I say a big thankyou for my readers and commenters! Salute! And keep on reading and writing!

On a personal note, Vickie is in Malibu for a few days to visit with Leslie. Traveling with her is our friend Terri, from Indianapolis. I think those three women have a hit list long enough to write a tour book on the things that plan to do. Of course, I just hope to not see any credit card statements with the address "Beverly Hills" on it next month!

Honestly, I heard more sensible stops like the Getty Center, the beach, and, of course, Duke's Seafood Restaurant. (I also expect to hear about Santa Monica as well!) Oh well.

The good thing is that the rest of us get to kick up our heels a little. We've laid in a few half-gallons of Edy's Ice Cream, whipped cream, and some meat for the grill. My youngest daughters, Megan and Lauren, along with Will, know how to take advantage of an absentee mom.

Spending time with my kids is the best thing I can possibly do. I am blessed to have a son and three daughters that are fun to be with. I guess the best thing in the world would be to come to the end of life and see children and grand children that love God and get along with each other. Of course, it would be good if they are on their own by the time they are 21 or so too!

I will never forget the man who had been a minister for 50 years, served one church for over thirty years, was well regarding by the congregation and the community, and lauded by all at his funeral. Well, almost all. The only persons who had anything negative to say about his were his two daughters. He was always available and present for everyone--except his own children. That to me is an incredibly sad and tragic story.

So I say good night to you so I can tuck in two beautiful daughters. And since mom isn't here, I can tell some silly jokes and have a pillow fight!