August 26, 2008
Spines
It is so easy to take things for granted. Like spines.
One person’s stenosis is another person’s disc. CP’s got the disc and the left leg sciatica. I’ve got the right. We each have one good one. Trouble is they’re hooked to the wrong hips. Another impediment (sic) is that the one who can’t cook for nothing (guess which) is momentarily the abler of the two and so — gets the kitchen duty. The diet suffers while the nerves get on our nerves. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches go only so far.
When one of our progeny was about six, I fixed him a bowl of cereal one Saturday morning while the rest of the brood slept. When I served him, he said, Gee, Dad, I didn’t know you could cook. I haven’t progressed at all. He’s fifty-four now and, by the by, an excellent cook.
One of the blessings in all of this — and there are many — is home communion last Sunday from one of our parish LEMs who’s just recently started into this ministry. She was pleasant and efficient as can be, but mumbling a bit about having to do one of her first visits to an old east Texas preacher of all people. I tried to lighten things a bit and lit a candle. She called me high church.
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