Saturday, October 18, 2003

CHICK OR TREAT

I was never really exposed to Chick tracts until after I became a Christian. My wife and friends who grew up in the church are intimately familiar with them though.


I assume this lovely Chick tract is intended to be handed out to kids who come trick or treating.



Did anyone ever get one of those in their trick or treat bag?

Frightened to faith....now that's scary.

OCTOBER

Fall is in the air this morning. The dogs are frisky. There's a slight breeze. It's going to be a glorious day. I can't believe Halloween is just around the corner.


Friday, October 17, 2003

CALM AMID CHAOS

Despite all the upheaval this week, tonight there is a sense of peace in the house. Amy is home, and although dinner time isn't quite the same, we're comfortably settling into a routine. Tiffany and Lisa have both come in for the weekend too. Actually I'm operating on the assumption they're both here. They've already gone out for the night, but I know they'll be back since home is where....



the dirty laundry is.

Ah...normalcy.

Psalm 107: 30-31

They were glad when it grew calm, and He guided them to their desired haven.
Let them give thanks to the Lord for His unfailing love and His wonderful deeds for men.

I'D LIKE TO THANK ALL THE LITTLE PEOPLE...

I'm dusting off my tuxedo, and working on my acceptance speech.

Well, actually I don't have a tuxedo, and if I did have one, I'm sure it wouldn't fit. I do have a suit, but I've already had a tailor let it out once.

Anyway, my little ramblings have been nominated for the "Superblessed.net Christian blog awards." These are awards given out by a young, on fire Christian friend - and new daddy, in the Phillipines. Much like the coupons proffered at WalMart, the awards have no cash value, but I have to admit it was a nice little ego boost to be reading along and see my name.

There's also a certain irony in being nominated in the categories of Most Enjoyable Male Christian blog, and Most Humorous blog. If only those two categories had been combined into one...something like, "Christian fools", I think I'd be a shoo-in.

Seriously, thanks Ganns, you made my day!

AlchAmy

This liquid nutrition thing we've got going with Amy has been a real education. I assumed all we were going to have to do is hook her up to one of the bags of mush each night and off we'd go. As usual, my fanciful visions of simplicity have evaporated rapidly.

When the home health care nurse stopped by last night I took notes. Yes, I used my presumably non-washable PDA with the keyboard.

Each huge bag of milky looking blandness has to be injected prior to infusion with all sorts of other stuff from insulin to vitamin K . That in itself was enlightening since I didn't know there was a Vitamin K. In fact I kind of thought that was a slang drug term, or maybe a knockoff breakfast cereal. It's all very precise. There are swabs, syringes, tubes, vials, and needles. Some stuff has to be refrigerated, other components can't be. There's a computerized pump that beeps and whirs.

There's even a backpack in case Amy gets the urge to go hiking. I already figure that'll make for a great hallowe'en costume, no one else will be dressed as an escapee from Mount Kilimanjaro Hospital.

I actually took down 60 different points involved in the process of preparing one sack of sustenance.

It may be in a to go bag, but it's not fast food.

Thursday, October 16, 2003

SWEET
Only a minute available to write. Amy is home!!! As always things didn't go as expected. She was all set to be discharged when she experienced a severe drop in her blood sugar. That's something we had been warned might happen, so now we're on 'high alert' mode. The home health nurse is due here momentarily to explain how we're going to keep up this feedbag approach to nutrition.

Amy is feeling better, I think in large part because she's out of the hospital and away from her roommate. That story is for another day.

Right now it's simply a time for prayers of thanksgiving, hopes of better health, and an acknowledgement of my sincere appreciation for the prayers from folks in the blogosphere and elsewhere.

God Bless.

Wednesday, October 15, 2003

HOSPITALS AND HIGHWAYS



This is an attempt at blogging while at the hospital keeping Amy company.sort of. I'm typing away on my little PDA with the big keyboard in the dim light of Amy's room while she checks her email on her handheld. What a couple.

She may get out Thursday, God willing, and then we can be at home together...each on our own computers. I'm hoping she'll get sprung around the time I get off work so we can avoid some of the highway lunacy I've experienced recently.

There are few advantages to driving into work at 2:30 in the morning, but one of them is the lack of congestion on the freeways. Most mornings I daringly get behind the wheel and operate on the assumption that everyone around me on the road is drunk. This provides for a fairly simple driving philosophy: Stay as far away from everyone else as possible.

These trips to and from the hospital each day during peak traffic times have enlightened me to what it's like for the rest of humanity. San Antonio doesn't have anywhere near the traffic nightmares of many large cities, but the bumper to bumper moments are still readily available. What I've noticed is that the more intense the traffic, the more hostile the drivers. If traffic is at a standstill then most of the other motorists have their guards up. No one will give ground. Every inch of asphalt is disputed territory. If you try to inch into another lane folks act like you're stealing food from their children. It's positively nuts.

Yesterday I experienced a maniacal soccer mom in a minivan barreling down the freeway at 80 miles an hour. I tried to get out of her way but she swooped around me only to exit about a half mile up the road, where she promptly got stuck in another line of traffic. It's like a pack mentality - surrounded by steel and exacerbated by speed.

It's a statement on society that I cope better with drunks on the freeway than soccer moms....not a good statement, but a statement nonetheless.

DIGITAL HOLLOW

I swore I'd never use a PDA. I never thought I'd have a use for one. I don't want to have a life busy enough to need a PDA.

Amy has had a hand-held computer for some time, and she recently acquired a new one. I say acquired, because we didn't pay for it (see previous posts on poverty). Anyway, since she has a new fancy one, I decided to take her old Palm Pilot and see if I could find some purpose for it in my life.



I've had it less than two weeks and now I'm wedded to it. I write notes to myself....reminders. I keep all my church phone numbers in it. I no longer have to reach around under the seat of my car looking for a wadded up church directory when I want to call someone. I log my work interviews and set alarms to remind me of them. With Amy in the hospital, it's been invaluable in helping me remember what stuff she said she needs, and what work stuff I need to work around.

Amy even found me a folding full sized keyboard (99 cents on Ebay plus shipping) so I can type away no matter where I am.

This little gadget has wormed itself into my life with legitimate purpose, in addition to providing me a way to relive the thrill of Tetris and other games gone by.

There were some caveats though. I don't use it for email. I have email at work, and email at home...I don't want email in between. I need email free zones in my life.

The other requirement was that there be someway to protect the PDA from me. I tend to drop things. Luckily, Amy already had an indestructible case for it.



The case is aluminum, but it feels like steel. It offers solid sanctuary from my stumblings.

This morning I got to the office and pulled out the shiny silver case. I popped it open with anticipation, knowing I had dutifully organized my day. I was ready to tackle the tasks before me.. I was anxious to be digitally organized.

It was then I realized how sad I had become.



I've gotten in the habit of using the thing. Now if only I could get in the habit of actually putting it inside the shiny case and bringing it with me too.

Another analog Wednesday.

Tuesday, October 14, 2003

PUTTING ON THE FEEDBAG

Amy is back in the hospital as expected. We had a little more drama in the process. A friend drove Amy to the hospital so that I would not have to take off another day of work, and they got rear-ended on the highway. Thank God, no one was seriously hurt. The woman who ran into them already was in a neck brace, she was on the way to her doctor. Anyway, I had to rescue Amy off the freeway to get her checked in to the hospital while our friend waited for police to come take a report.

I'm sure I'll see the humor in all this...eventually.

Anyway, Amy should be hooked up to her food source sometime soon and then she'll spend a few days getting adjusted to it all. I pray this is the right diagnosis. I pray for patience. I pray for safe travel on San Antonio's insane freeway system. In a nutshell...I'm just praying a lot.

I think that's a good thing.

Monday, October 13, 2003

SHOE SHINE

"Be careless in your dress if you will, but keep a tidy soul." - Mark Twain

For a long time I had this image of the typical Christian man. He usually wore a white short sleeve shirt, through which you could see his undershirt, and he always wore a tie. Oftentimes he wore blue or brown polyester pants. If he wore glasses, they were always plain, black frames.

When Amy and I got married, I bought some typical Christian-guy shoes.



They're shiny black Wingtips, with little perforation marks around them in a pattern. Very conservative.

Mine are actually also very cheap. They're knock offs from PayLess, because when I bought them I knew that I would never wear them except to special, "Dress like a Christian" occasions.

I wore them to our wedding, to a couple of funerals, and I think to a banquet at a large church that was giving our little church money. I still have those shoes. They don't have a lot of miles on them.

I still meet a lot of Christian men who adhere to that particular code of dress. That's a good thing in many ways. I don't mean to deride those folks at all.

I see them and immediately think, "There goes a conservative Christian."

I'm also a conservative Christian.

When people see me, that's probably not the first thought that crosses their mind though. I may not be in short sleeves, a tie, and polyester, but I'm no fashion plate, that's for certain. I think if one were to drop my name into a word association therapy session regarding style, the word disheveled would probably crop up more often then I'd prefer.

I was once in a meeting at my office and someone mentioned I was a Baptist church Deacon and there was an audible gasp. The newly hired sports guy had been spewing forth a string of profanity moments before and felt awkward. He looked at me and said, "You're kidding?"

I assured him it was true. I was a Baptist, and a Deacon.

Later, that sports guy tracked me down and apologized for swearing in front of me. I laughed. I told him it was okay and I admitted I swear occasionally too.

We agreed that he could feel free to be himself in front of me as long as I could be myself in front of him.

I also warned him to be wary...a lot of Christians are sneaking around out of uniform.

Romans 13:12

So let us put aside the deeds of darkness and put on the armor of light.

Sunday, October 12, 2003

A FRIAR CALLING



I found this group of Monks on the Internet.

I think it's cool that these men of faith have found a modern way to fund their calling. However really the only reason I mention it at all is that when I saw it, a wonderful pun came to mind.

Monk E-Business.

DOGMA

It's been raining for the past several days. That means the children must play inside. In our case, the only children that are at home are the four legged variety.

In recent weeks, Avery has taken on yet another new personality quirk. She already is the dominate dog in the house, although she's the smallest. She's the smartest dog in the house, and the most stubborn. She is the only female, but at times she seems somewhat gender confused (I won't detail that, but if you watch enough PBS you can surmise what I mean). She can be the sweetest dog among the trio, and she is by far the most aggressive. She rarely makes noise when inside, but outside she has been known to bark incessantly.

Now her schizophrenia has reached a new level.

It appears, Avery is becoming a cat.



She's always tended to clean herself, pulling mud off her feet and such, but now she's taken to sitting on the windowsill in a Sphinx-like pose, staring out at the wonders in the yard below.

I'm hoping this is actually some form of evolution, because my only other theory is that if you stay in the house long enough with me, you'll gradually go insane.