I'm here! And, LOL, for a few minutes there I thought I was back home. Take a gander of this truck we snapped on the ride from the airport to the conference center. Deb Raney had to snap the picture because I was on the other side of the passenger van.
This "Truck in Flux" (notice the personalized license plate--click on the photo to enlarge) features several live plants, several busts of people, and a bumper sticker that says "I own a dog and I vote."
Huh? I don't know, but if you want to create your own "art car," check out this web page.
It is lovely here at Mt. Hermon--the flowers are blooming, the trees are in bud, and I'm walking around with my camera, as happy as a shutterbug can be. A little chilly, but I brought my Irish ruanas (a woolen shawl thing), that keeps me warm and sheds water, too.
Brandilyn Collins is my roommate, and though I was dead tired last night at 11 p.m. (2 a.m. EST), she kept me giggling with her ruminations about whether clouds could get cold and the purpose of two odd-shaped panels in our ceiling. (Or maybe I was the one ruminating, and she the one giggling. I'm too tired to remember.) She got up early this morning and went out to run five or six miles while I stumbled into the shower and then went out to check my email. I'm beginning to think that a person's true personality is revealed by their actions in the first hour of the day.
Last week in Ireland, I startled Terri Blackstock, who was my roomie. We were going to sleep, and I was in that inchoate state between sleep and wakefulness. I think I was with a roomful of people, and I opened my eyes (really) and saw this white blob with a hole in the center--it looked like a camera. I said, "Oh! I guess I'm on candid camera!" And then as the white blob faded and my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I said, "Oh! They're all gone now."
At which point Terri began to giggle because I had, of course, spoken out loud. But by telling this story here, I am nipping any possible blackmail in the bud. :-)
Okay--another conference ahead. Time to prepare my brain and fortify my spirit.
~~Angie
Angie I am so jealous! I used to go to Mt. Hermon as a child and loved it. I was in the 8th grade when I last went. My great granfather began taking his children and the tradition continued. I used to love those row boats and the beautiful nature and creek walks. We would usually "ditch" a couple of days (why do Pastor's always do that LOL?) and go to Santa Cruz and the beach and eat at the Tastee Freeze. I would love to go back with my kids someday. Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteI always have dreams that I am swallowing things, like my contact lens, or an entire tooth. I am remain incognito for this comment!
ReplyDeleteI laughed out loud at your dream because I "apparently" do that all the time. My husband has some very hilarious stories about me and seeing as he is a pastor, I have had to make it VERY clear that they can not be used for sermon fodder!!!!
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ReplyDeleteThe pod people did not venture out of our room ceiling because they were caught up in the cold clouds.
This is what I get for rooming with a biblical theologian.
Brandilyn, do you hear the Twilight Zone song about now??? Camera? Maybe you should ask if it spit out pictures??? Doo doo doo do do doo doo.
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