Pastoral conversation

This is a conversation I had with our pastor yesterday.  I'm posting this since Murph's leg is feeling better, he needs to have something that pains him.
I happened to be in the one kid's area where my lovely bride teaches Sunday school when the pastor came to get his kids.  She proceeded to tell him the question she posed to the kids for the morning's lesson.  "Why is important that Jesus rose from the grave?"
As a quick and brief discussion ensued, I added the comment that not only is Christ the Bread of Life, but also the yeast, as He is risen.
The pastor responded with "This I say to the yeast of these"
I responded, "Well, today is Yeaster!"

I hope you all had a glorious day of remembrance.

End of an era

And the beginning of a new.
The Lair is being relocated.
Had the opportunity and pleasure to get together one more time for the immediate foreseeable future last night with a few folks for a send off get-together with Murphy's Law.  Bbq and good beer were enjoyed as the typical war stories were embellished told.
I'm going to miss the regular interactions and torturing with my bad humor.  It won't be the same through email, phone calls and blogging.  At least I can take solace in knowing that with Aaron making the trip with him, there will be plenty of pun-ishment doled out.  That is, if the dogs don't end up sitting up front and Aaron is in the back behind the fence.

Safe travels, my friends.  Best wishes on the new endeavors.

Friday funny

A wife, being the romantic sort, sent her husband a text:

                                         If you are sleeping, send me your dreams.

                                         If you are laughing, send me your smile.

                                         If you are eating, send me a bite.

                                         If you are drinking, send me a sip.

                                         If you are crying, send me your tears.

                                                         I love you!"

                                         The husband, replied,

                                         Am on toilet.. Please advise

Dr. Drobkin was a world-famous cardiologist who earned his undergraduate, graduate, and medical degrees in his hometown and then left for Manhattan where he quickly rose to the top of his field.

 

Soon he was invited to deliver a significant paper, at a conference held in his hometown. He walked on stage, placed his papers on the lectern, but they slid off onto the floor.

 

As he bent over to retrieve them, at precisely the wrong instant, he inadvertently farted. The microphone amplified his mistake resoundingly through the lecture room and reverberated it down the hall! He was quite embarrassed but somehow regained his composure just enough to deliver his paper. He ignored the resounding applause and raced out the stage door, never to be seen in his hometown again.

 

Decades later, when his elderly mother was ill, he returned to visit her. He reserved a hotel room under the name of Cohen and arrived under cover of darkness.

 

The desk clerk asked him, "Is this your first visit to our city, Mr. Cohen?"

 

Dr. Drobkin replied, "Well, young man, no, it isn't. I grew up here, received my education here, but then moved away."

 

"Why haven't you visited?" asked the desk clerk.

 

"Actually, I did visit once, many years ago, but an embarrassing thing happened and since then I've been too ashamed to return."

 

The clerk consoled him, "Sir, while I don't have your life experience, one thing I have learned is that often what seems embarrassing to me isn't even remembered by others. I bet that's true of your incident too."

 

Dr. Drobkin replied, "Son, I doubt that's the case with my embarrassment."

 

"Was it a long time ago?"

 

"Yes, many years."

 

The clerk asked, "Was it before or after the Drobkin Fart?"

That didn't go as planned

Yesterday I took off work two hrs early.  I needed to get home in time to take my fire department's boat to the shop for some routine maintenance.
Shortly before I was going to leave work, the alerts went off for a structure fire.  As I understand it, the call first came in as a smoke investigation.  The first on scene reported a house fully involved.  Being the middle of the day, the units that did get out were largely understaffed, as were units from surrounding jurisdictions that were called.
As I'm driving home, I'm listening to the radio traffic via a scanner app.  A brush fire was reported in another part of the county, stretching even thinner the thin resources.  Fortunately that sounded like a pretty small situation and was brought under control quickly.
I got home minutes before my station (we already had an engine on the structure fire) was alerted for mutual aid for another brush fire.  A farmer's brush pile fire had gotten away from him.  Ultimately it burned about 10-15 acres of field and woods.  The farmer also lost about a dozen of the big hay bale rolls.  Those are a pain when the fire gets in those.
I was on scene for only a few hours, but it was long enough that my opportunity to take the boat to the shop had passed.
Maybe I can try again today.....