Yesterday afternoon was spent at a funeral memorial for the son of longtime friends. Certainly, it is a sad occasion, but the event was surprisingly upbeat. For me, it probably helped that the body wasn't there. The minister (our former pastor from that church) did a good service tying sin and death in the world, loving parents, his baptism of this man, and ultimate reunion in heaven made it a nice memorial. We saw many old friends we have not seen in years and had a good time visiting. One man told me I was getting a lot more snow on the roof. I told him I would refrain from the typical furnace reply. One lady told me that she hadn't seen me in years and regretted never telling me that her kids felt I was their favorite worship leader at church when I used to fill in there. That's nice of her. Families brought lots of sweets, but I was good. And the GRANDS were there, so we got to see them again.
We got home feeling a little drained and I did not think about today's blog posting. You know what that means. No photos. Again. Sorry. Again.
This morning, I do have a classic CoV because I can access them at work.
Did I mention that SS and LMW brought me some blood oranges after their mini-vacay last week? They brought sweets and things for the others, but knew I couldn't eat any of that. Isn't that nice? They are really good.
I will not say where they went, but I did see this article related to that place.
I am glad they didn't bring me this dessert from Sochi. I wonder if it comes with "Coffee in lap"?
We recorded the last Jay Leno Tonight Show, but have not watched it yet. The online buzz says it was clever, especially Billy Crystal's singing group, the Shut Your Von Trapp Family Singers.
Oh, the singing duo on Sunday is not a trio. That's OK. We have to practice at 7:30am on Sunday. That's less OK. Tenor notes at 7:30? Not fun.
I'd better go warm up now. Just in case. See you here on Monday. 7:30am? No problem.
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