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Sunday morning, January first 2017, started off foggy. 

That makes for a good year for headlight manufacturers and body shops – not for me, just in general. 

Sunday ended with me winning (through no fault of my own) a fantasy football league I didn’t want to join. 

Thanks, Mark

Monday morning, January second, starts out foggy again. I’d like to make a prediction about how this year is going to turn out, but the crystal ball is, predictably, foggy. 

. . . frying pan?

Yes.  Despite rumors of my best Christmas present being a rubber band (it was fun, but it came in second), I am currently elated with my non-stick Food Network frying pan from Kohl’s.


It’s really more of a cream than white, but let’s go with a good title.


To break it in, I made an omelette with these ingredients (although a late adjustment dropped in crumbled bacon bits instead of the pepperoni).  I used some egg nog instead of milk.  Note to participants in the great 2016 eggnog-off: this one doesn’t rank highly.


It warmed up nicely on low heat – you can see the cheese (white, of course) starting to sweat and melt.


I finished topping it off with the salsa and bacon bits – the egg is firming up nicely.  The salsa spattered on the inside of the pan.  That was OK.


The omelette slid off the pan smoothly. The butter (and the pan) did its job!


And the cleanup was, as they say, a doddle.

Thank you, Mom and Dad, for another fun piece of culinary gear.

Friday morning.  Working at home, starting late.  Great morning for some French toast in a cast-iron skillet.

And what better to top it off than real New York maple syrup?  Thanks, Dick Atwood!


(and also thanks to Mom and Dad for providing the light amber goodness)

Last Friday, there was a weather system moving through the area.  I took a bunch of pictures of some low, fast clouds with my phone.  Google added a dash of auto-awesome.  I’m pretty happy with the result, though the size is fairly large.  There is a lot of detail in the tree branches.  Probably do better with a funny cat in a plain setting.  If only I had a funny cat or a plain setting.


Not at his birthplace, but still before he was all the way out of his shell.


(I snagged this off the original dealer’s site, while it was still for sale there)

No, he doesn’t have a name.  Haven’t gotten into that habit.  Definitely a “he”, but nameless.

It isn’t that I am not thankful – I am.  It’s just that my car hasn’t gone a million miles – and it won’t.

After twenty years and two hundred and fifty thousand miles, I have parked my car.  It is my intention to never drive it again.  It has done me well, but it’s over.

quarter million

So on this first full day of Spring, I find . . .

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We have been in the house for almost five years now.  We have pretty much figured out places where we made wrong design choices (little ones) and places where the builder or a supplier didn’t quite get it right (again, little things).

Now we are starting to get into beautifying the place.  Pictures are going up inside, and we’re thinking about retiring the tablecloths that have served as our curtains.

Bettie is doing a great job at prettying up the outside of the house, too.  We have morning glories

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(which are beautiful)

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and cardinal climbers

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which the hummingbirds love.  These are both self-propagating plants, meaning their seeds start new growth without us having to do anything.  At times, that can be good.  This, so far, is one of those times.  From the carport, both of these have spread to our driveway.  There is original farm field dirt under the gravel, and these plants are hardy enough to get roots down and shoots up, and then flower in the midst of the rock.

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And even spread!

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More power to ’em!

And what a beautiful day it was!  Crocuses and daffodils, sunshine and cold weather.

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God is faithful.

My church partnered with another church in town to put up white crosses in their yards, as a memorial to the four thousand babies who are aborted every day.

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That was how we left it on Saturday.  There were a few crosses that had fallen down by Sunday morning – deer, wind, and feeble hammer hits accounted for those.

On Sunday night, though, somebody decided they didn’t like the crosses standing up in nice rows – so they drove through the crosses.

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In all, after the police had come and a group of men had set up the crosses, we lost about ten to damage.

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That was a sad picture for me – it reminded me of the broken bodies of aborted babies.  Which reminded me of Jesus dying on the cross, broken under the weight of the sins of the world (including mine).

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The people that did this – they shouldn’t have.

And Jesus dying on the cross?  He shouldn’t have, because He was sinless and perfect.  I’m glad He did.  And though I have to work to remember it sometimes, He died for the people who drove over the crosses.  The difference between those people and me isn’t a matter of kind – we are all sinners – it’s a matter of degree.

And whether they have accepted Jesus as their savior.