Normally, I hate hearing lawn mowers on a Sunday afternoon (I understand Portland, OR has a public ordinance for leaf-blowing hours per week?) … but today, when I heard the familiar drone of my next door neighbor’s riding mower I was more than happy to endure this sound pollution. Six months ago he had a brain tumor removed.
Ride, Johnny, ride.
Amen.
Joan -
Nice to hear about your neighbor.
My friend Harlan has a recovery of a similar nature, reminding me that there is no order of difficulty in miracles:
http://blog.fatcharliesdiary.com/2009/04/27/18-harlans.aspx
We could have a nice argument about whether or not Sunday is the Sabbath, but the colors on your new blog template aren’t the kind of colors that allow for argument
Yes, I am going for a softer look … in BODY (flabby belly, chubby thighs, etc.), spirit, and in blog wordpress template.
thanks for checking back in,
I will read about Harlan and get back to you!
-j
Reading about Harlan reminds me that miracles abound! I need to keep my eyes peeled. Don’t we all. Why do we waste so much time on inward gazing? And, as for the Sabbath, ANY day can be the Sabbath; mine just happens to be on Sunday. Have you ever been called a curmudgeon? If not, let me be the first!