Archive - Nov 21, 2005

Dreaming of Arizona

I want to go to Arizona so badly I can taste it. Today, I studied the AZ map on the wall of my office, thinking of places to visit. I have sort of gotten myself into a rhythm of going to AZ at least two winters out of three, and once you get those memory cues in place, they become difficult to resist.

Every year, I go through the same charade of thinking I am not going to go--no, I'll just stay home and take care of what little business there is to take care of in January. Stay warm. Read. Tend to the stove. Cut wood.

Hymn sing

Mom and Dad hosted a few people Saturday night for an old-time hymn sing. It was a good time. Mom played the piano, people threw out hymn numbers, and we sang with the parts pretty well covered.

Last fall, I spoke to a group at the Ada Methodist Church. In their lobby was a box of Worship and Service hymnals, which for some people is "the old red hymnal" they grew up with. Well, the church had gotten new hymnals and was trying to find a place for the old ones. I took a few and later a member of the church dropped of the rest of them--a real treasure, if you ask me.