During yesterday’s sermon, I noticed DaughterGeeding was drawing poinsettias and thought nothing of it. After the sermon, she handed me the drawing and said she wanted to place it on my parent’s grave, which we were planning to visit after church. It’s somewhat of a tradition to visit the grave during Advent and place poinsettias on it. I turned the paper over and saw that she had written them a note. She’s never done this before, never had a chance to meet them, but this sure did pull on the heartstrings quite a bit.
We finally put the Christmas tree up. This is rather late for us.
I made a trip to the scrapyard on Friday. Instead of throwing a lot of metal away, I tend to collect it and throw it in a pile. I crammed it all in the back of the SUV and got $9.10 for my efforts. It’s not about the money, and it’s not about being an environmentalist, but there’s something about it a simply like doing. As a bonus, on Fridays, the scrapyard cooks and gives away free hotdogs and drinks. Let me tell you something, that was one mighty fine all-beef hotdog I ate.