Murkiness
My mother and I spent Thanksgiving with E&E N (an elderly couple from church) and later the T families (also from church). Mom and the very musically minded ET played violin/viola duets while others of us tackled the dishes. 'Twas an enjoyable evening.
My brother was in Iowa (at the home of a couple Faith Builders students; incidentally, LT of the T family was also there) and my dad was in California visiting his mom.
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Yesterday I must have left a larger part of my brain at home than usual.
All went well in my initial time abroad. I successfully travelled to the Woodburn Public Library to use the internet, and successfully travelled to the Portland Airport to bid adieu my friend CS (who is on her way to Indonesia). But the path I subsequently took to reach the G family in the middle of Portland... um, well, is perhaps indicative of a brain lesion. I had only received partial directions and was told to call the G's once they were followed. Sadly, I did not do the latter -- I was testing myself to see if the way would become apparent (maybe Portland is not the place to do that -- it's kinda hard to back-track when a street is missed). That might have worked, but it was a dark and stormy (mildly so, but anyway) night with less than ideal visibility, and fate (or perhaps Myself) was against me. Suffice to say that I ended up in Washington, did a couple U-ees, and independently found 16th sts/aves on both sides of the Willamette.
But I made it.
And then it so happened that on the spur of the moment I brought the G's daughter home for the night so she could come to the vet school today to mess around with Andy the Belgian horse.
So we had a humorous time last night and rose around 5:30 this morning to hit the road around 6 and drive to J&J. After work we drove Andy, who partially overcame his puddle-phobia to plow straight through one. (Because horses have poor depth perception, a puddle can look like an abyss.* They have to learn to trust their driver/rider to overcome the fear... I guess that's how it is with humans -- we have poor depth perception of the future, and may be hesitant to follow God. We have to learn to trust him, etc.)
The third time through the puddle Andy was not as eager, but eventually advanced into the puddle with his front feet. He pawed the water in frustration, but eventually gave in. This scenario (forgive the free association) happens to remind me of the time the priests stood in the Jordan River to cause the water to stop flowing. I'll stop there before I say something sacrilegious.
My brother was in Iowa (at the home of a couple Faith Builders students; incidentally, LT of the T family was also there) and my dad was in California visiting his mom.
Yesterday I must have left a larger part of my brain at home than usual.
All went well in my initial time abroad. I successfully travelled to the Woodburn Public Library to use the internet, and successfully travelled to the Portland Airport to bid adieu my friend CS (who is on her way to Indonesia). But the path I subsequently took to reach the G family in the middle of Portland... um, well, is perhaps indicative of a brain lesion. I had only received partial directions and was told to call the G's once they were followed. Sadly, I did not do the latter -- I was testing myself to see if the way would become apparent (maybe Portland is not the place to do that -- it's kinda hard to back-track when a street is missed). That might have worked, but it was a dark and stormy (mildly so, but anyway) night with less than ideal visibility, and fate (or perhaps Myself) was against me. Suffice to say that I ended up in Washington, did a couple U-ees, and independently found 16th sts/aves on both sides of the Willamette.
But I made it.
And then it so happened that on the spur of the moment I brought the G's daughter home for the night so she could come to the vet school today to mess around with Andy the Belgian horse.
So we had a humorous time last night and rose around 5:30 this morning to hit the road around 6 and drive to J&J. After work we drove Andy, who partially overcame his puddle-phobia to plow straight through one. (Because horses have poor depth perception, a puddle can look like an abyss.* They have to learn to trust their driver/rider to overcome the fear... I guess that's how it is with humans -- we have poor depth perception of the future, and may be hesitant to follow God. We have to learn to trust him, etc.)
The third time through the puddle Andy was not as eager, but eventually advanced into the puddle with his front feet. He pawed the water in frustration, but eventually gave in. This scenario (forgive the free association) happens to remind me of the time the priests stood in the Jordan River to cause the water to stop flowing. I'll stop there before I say something sacrilegious.
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