Dear Spell-check

SpellCheck

Dear Spell Check,

           (Spellcheck? spellcheck?  spelcheck? spellczech?)

You and I are gonna come to blows. You done did it this time!

My last name has only ONE “a”.

“Maryland” is one word and no, I don’t want “Merry Land”.

That thing in her nose is a “nasal cannula” not a “nasal cannoli”… (wouldn’t THAT be messy!)

And I won’t even discuss what you did to turn “IRS” into “ARSE”! Seriously?

Here’s to you checking more carefully, and my being properly caffeinated before I send out my next document.

Your humbly (embarrassed) servant,

me

 

P.S. My family reminded me of  one of my greatest miss-texts. It was the time that I was text-nagging a daughter to get her annual flu shot. Except that Siri, in all of her wisdom, changed “flu shot” to “fly shit.” I’ll never live that one down.

And now, THIS!

bread

My grandfather’s bread

As a pastor, I have the privilege of seeing the highs and lows of Life. Some of the hardest journeys I join are those families who have a relative with Alzheimer’s Disease or the related dementias.

The exhaustion is real. The emotional, physical and spiritual impacts are immense. There is progress towards finding a cure… but there’s quite a ways to go!

So, in October, I’m walking in the DC area Walk to End Alzheimer’s. We’ll be there, rain or shine, on the National Mall. I’m joining my co-workers and friends as we raise money for research, support and education about this disease.

You can read about my reasons for walking here — and if you so desire, you can also donate. On behalf of my patients and their families… thank you!

Keeping life weird. One day at a time. 

This week #2 Daughter and I made applesauce.  And applebutter. And canned them. 


We have tested them both. They. Are. DELISH!!! 

Now that you’ve stopped drooling…

Our efforts in preparing to can them were hampered by the fact I couldn’t find the canner! (Nor all of the canning rings and lids. But I digress.)

This evening, my bearded spouse found the bin we had ALL looked right past. Because on the outside it was labeled:


And yes. On the inside?


All the swear words. All of them. 

I’m sure I’ll use this as a sermon illustration for Luke 15 some time. At the moment, I’m too busy laughing at myself. 

Just keeping life weird around here, one day at a time.