I’m a little busy and preoccupied, and haven’t felt much like writing lately. On a positive front, I have lost some weight apparently. Someone at work commented today. I thought that was strange, since the scale says I weigh pretty much the same thing.
I heard a funny story this weekend. It is sad as well, but we should be able to find some humor in sadness, otherwise its just sad, and not redeeming at all.
My grandparents are both pretty senile, and often don’t remember what they did 10 minutes ago. I didn’t realize how bad it had gotten until my mom told me this story. 10 minutes is giving them too much credit.
Both my grandparents are religious and always remember to say the blessing before a meal. So my mom serves them, and my grandfather says grace. After a few bites my grandmother looks up and asks my grandfather if they have said grace. Papa says no, bows his head, and says it again.
A few bites later they repeat the process. Mom said they say the blessing no fewer than three times each meal.
Moral of the story: Your food can never be too blessed.
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