It's Been Forever...

It's easy to get sucked into blogging. I was blown away looking at my dashboard. If I spent an hour a week on each blog, I'd chew through the better part of a day and a half.

It's time to focus.

I'm thinking I'll post on Sunday@6 and this blog, occasionally lurking on the others.

What happened since my last post?

The stock market went way up and then down some. We were going into a recession, but now we're not. maybe.

My daughters got a little older and a little smarter.

I love my wife more. She's an amazing person.

I did some work, some ministry, taught a little, and failed some at all of the above.

I had a week where I met the most incredible people. One was born with no legs, and more than enough grit to make up for that. He's humble, in the best sense. Confident and winsome. I'm blessed to have met him. Two others are married. Over the years they've adopted 10 children with profound medical and/or social needs: throw-away kids. They also have three natural children for a total of thirteen. Not to mention scores of others that they informally fostered. It was hard, they'd admit, and not for everyone. But they wouldn't trade having done it for anything.

My oldest daughter is learning to hang with Standford's academic demands.

I was sad, and God gave me hope.

One of my best friends decided to move to Hawaii. The other spent a couple of weeks in China.

Hillary looked like a lock, and then again, maybe not.

I still haven't decided who I'm voting for.

I nagged my oldest daughter about registering to vote.

We took care of a friend's dog for a weekend. Bliss.

We discussed getting a dog. Jury's still out.

There's lots more. The kind of stuff that serves as mortar for the bigger bricks in life. A hundred people could've written a blog like this, and probably did. I've no illusions about the uniqueness of this post. I just need to write. Keep the spigot open. Hoping something worth reading will come out.

Yeah.

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