The Professor

   When the Professor took a new wife, we were proud of him. She is young. She is definitely beautiful. We were proud of him. But, at a time when his main concern should be an adequate supply of Metamucil and Depends, the Professor begins to think himself invincible. He takes on long-distance biking, endless rounds of golf, and white water rafting, all doubtless of an Olympic class.
    Now, he lays motionless on a hospital bed, the result of a surgeon's attempt to ease his pain. Though we did offer to assist him in his time of need, The Bishop and the Parson were going to pray nonstop. Well, actually, they were going to record a couple of prayers and play them over and over, but we had lots of batteries! And I offered to do the surgery, it would be my first, but every surgeon has to start somewhere.
   But he declined our pleas. Most likely, when he arises, whenever that is, he will be a couple of inches shorter. No, he won't be in pain, but knowing him, his first effort will be to apply for some Triathlon for midgets. (I told you he would be shorter!!!)
   He can't be back where he belongs too soon.
Dan

 

From My Blog

   Birthdays bode different ways for me. My brother died on his birthday, my father died on his birthday, and my grandfather died on his birthday, so, needless to say, I will tread lightly this day. But, my brother died when he was 8, my father died when he was 58, and my grandfather died when he was 68 and today, I have no "8" appearing anywhere, so there's a degree, be it small, of safety.

   Even so, for me, birthdays have been a time to change. Today, I will leave Facebook. Why? Simply because I have never even liked Facebook. I have better things to do than to know that twenty or thirty "friends" who I have no idea who they are, are now "friends" with twenty or thirty other people I don't know. I learned long ago that a "friend" is much more than some name on a computer and I will never be able to measure anything, or at least anything worth having, by how many names appear on some list. Plus, I am simply not the googly-eyed eighteen year old that Facebook was contrived for.  

   And today, my web page will change. When http://www.danweatherington.com/ was first created, I had written two books. Now, that number is eight with two more in the works, a far cry from those first days. Of course, nothing will ever replace the first time I held real book with my name as author and the first time I saw my name on Amazon.com. It was... something second only to when my books appeared on Barnes & Noble.com. To me, Barnes & Noble was the ultimate. Their stores were clean, bright, and a shining example of what a book store should be. And, one day, my book and my name appeared on its web page. Yes, silly as it may sound. I wanted to cry. 

    Just as it appears that ebooks will replace the bound volume, this blog at http://danweatherington.blogspot.com/ may replace my web page. And, like I still cling to the printed book because I like the feel, the warmth and even the smell. I will cling to my first web page simply... because it was the first.

Have a great day, I will,

Dan

Interesting... Interesting...

   Yesterday was interesting. The first time in a few weeks we were all together even though it was quick. We were all there. It was good. The Parson prayed, the Bishop preached, the Professor professed and I just sat there in awe. It was cut quick when the Parson said he had to leave. We tried to push him about why he was leaving early, but then he stood, held his hands in front of him in a prayerful manner and said he had to be about his father's business. When we noticed a warm glow surround him, we asked no more questions.
Have a good one... Dan

Today

   Today, we almost get back to normal. The Professor is back from his bicycle tour of the mountains and should be able to breathe normally sometime today. The Bishop is in the middle salvationizing several dozen children and craves any form of adult conversation when he can get it. Of course, when at least a child a day asks him if he is God it does boost his ego into the stratosphere, but we have encouraged him to at least consider saying "no" occasionally. Long-term, it would be best for the kids.
   My concern is for the Parson. He is still at the beach and being knee deep in all that water with hundreds of people around may just short circuit him. I did check the Bible and wasn't able to find anything about how three foot waves affect baptisms. Guess he can tell us when he gets back.
Have a good day. I will.