Back during our childhood, our parents would often load
up my brother and me after Sunday morning church services for a leisurely drive
around where we lived. Even though we
were seeing mostly familiar sights, it was still good to see them again, and
this is why “A Sunday Drive” sounded about right for the name of a series
revisiting familiar sites that are well worth seeing again and again. The link below the image is to the site
itself, and the image is linked to the post it was first included in here.
This series will include as many of my all-time
favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak). Now, each one included in each edition will
have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination,
but they will not be numbered. For I just
cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others. So, this will not be a countdown, but if you
are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter. Besides, with no countdown, this could go on
forever and ever! Oh, and despite the
fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite
as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make. For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by
nature.
As you have
probably already noticed, I have a rather twisted sense of humor. There are parts of my body that are
also rather twisted. Two of those parts
are my little fingers. Well, at least that
is still true of my left little finger.
For my right one is now straight.
The twist to my
left little finger happened while playing basketball with my younger brother
back in 1992 (I think). He passed me the
ball, and I mishandled it. This resulted
in a fairly serious jam of my left little finger. After shaking it off, I pretty much forgot
about it, but I was left with the tip pointing downward at a 45 degree angle
from the joint next to the end of the finger.
I do not know what
happened to my right little finger. In
fact, I had not even noticed until Arlynda asked me why it was crooked a few
years back. Unlike the twist to my left
little finger, the right one was twisted to the right, about 3/8th
of an inch out of line. Also unlike my
left one, the twist was not in a joint.
For it was in the bone between the joint next to the tip and the middle
joint.
No, the twist to my
right little finger had not been bothering me, but that changed one day last
week. For it really hurt, and I tried
everything that came to mind to relieve the pain. Thankfully, the pain did not prevent me from
sleeping, and the pain was gone when I awoke.
That is when I noticed that my twisted right little finger was now
straight.
Yes, it is time
for me to give our Heavenly Father His due.
For I cannot imagine a “natural” explanation for what happened to my
right little finger. Alas, I suppose it
was necessary to make the process painful in order to get my attention.
Speaking of painful
processes, I have had a pretty good day so far.
For I emailed the lady at Habit For Humanity to ask about how it was
going with them replacing our roof and if there was anything we could do to
help speed up the process so that the insurance underwriter might not be
tempted to let our mortgage holder know that they might drop our coverage,
which might tempt the mortgage holder to try to cut their losses by foreclosing
on us prematurely. The Habitat lady
emailed me right back and said that their contractor should be out to inspect
the roof very soon, now that the weather has cleared up somewhat.
I sent the email to
the Habitat For Humanity lady a little after nine this morning, and by ten, I
had secured an appointment with a primary care physician and a rescheduling of
the appointment with my eye doctor I had to cancel because of ice on January
22. Now, if He could just make it to
where I do not have to actually report for jury duty on February 8… Yeah, there is always something. Sigh.
This series will include as many of my all-time favorite
(ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak). Now, each one included in each edition will
have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination,
but they will not be numbered. For I
just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others. So, this will not be a countdown, but if you
are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter. Besides, with no countdown, this could go on
forever and ever! Oh, and despite the
fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite
as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make. For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by
nature.
Back during our childhood, our parents would often load
up my brother and me after Sunday morning church services for a leisurely drive
around where we lived. Even though we
were seeing mostly familiar sights, it was still good to see them again, and
this is why “A Sunday Drive” sounded about right for the name of a series
revisiting familiar sites that are well worth seeing again and again. The link below the image is to the site
itself, and the image is linked to the post it was first included in here.
This series will include as many of my all-time
favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak). Now, each one included in each edition will
have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination,
but they will not be numbered. For I
just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others. So, this will not be a countdown, but if you
are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter. Besides, with no countdown, this could go on
forever and ever! Oh, and despite the
fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite
as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make. For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by
nature.
