Bag of Randomness for Thursday, December 14, 2022

  • This is some sort of pass my dad had in Vietnam that allowed him to stay out after a curfew.
  • My church small group had their annual Christmas dinner last night. As I’ve mentioned, I’m the youngest in the group by what I’m guessing is at least 15 years. It’s not everyday you hear someone start a story with, “So, Frank Sinatra introduced himself to me at a party.”
  • I take my dogs on car rides a lot. One dog will go straight to the driver’s side door, wait for me to open it, and then jump in. The other dog will always go around the entire car and then jump in. I’m not sure why he does it. He kinda looks like he’s looking for an entry point. One time, I decided to open the driver’s side door first, before I even told them we were going for a car ride. Despite the door being wide open and seeing his brother jump in, he still did his bit and circled the car before he jumped in. Another time, I carried him into the car, but he jumped out, circled the car, then jumped back in. Maybe he think’s he’s a bomb sniffing dog and just wants to make sure it’s safe. Maybe he’s watching too many mafia movies.
  • When I read a short biography or profile on someone, like a teacher introducing herself to parents in a newsletter or website, I like to know where they went to college. It really isn’t important. It’s just one of those things nice to know. But it annoys me to no end, when after they state where they attended school, they add a little cheer in parentheses. When I see that, most of the time, I think that was their peak in life. Now I’m reminded of college. I had a college VP who also taught classes tell our class that if any of us ever thinks our best time in life was in high school or college, then we should go ahead and kill ourselves and end our life now. He was dead serious when he said it.  Because, why go on living if your best days are already behind you. What then do you have to look forward to? He wanted us to live with the mentality that we are either living our best life at the moment or that it’s out ahead of us. This is a hill I’m willing to die on. Now, if someone says the funniest time they had in life was in high school or college, then I think that’s okay. Just don’t say the best days of you life have already passed.
  • I don’t want to think my best days in life were in high school or college. I don’t want to think the best days of my life were when I had everything I wanted, a wife, kids, and a house. Life can be better, and I look forward getting out of the valley and back on a mountaintop.
  • Keller, TX – Texas school board that banned Anne Frank book invited Messianic ‘rabbi’ charged with sexual assault to open meeting with prayer
  • Why don’t we just fund education more – Lawmaker Files Resolution Urging Texans Not To Use Chilean Flag Emoji To Refer To Texas Flag

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Bag of Randomness for Wednesday, December 14, 2022

  • I think the nuclear fusion story isn’t getting enough coverage. There’s a good chance before I die, this achievement may power a car.
  • I can’t figure out what was stranger, a tornado in December or a tornado in the morning. Strange times we live in.
  • I just found out that our state capitol now has a mall, as in a large yard just like our National Mall. It’s actually really pretty. Here’s a current video of the space, and here is the project’s website. I’ve always loved how our capitol hugs the campus of our state’s university.
  • The wording in that last sentence was designed to tick a lot of people off. And if it did, you are part of the problem.
  • A friend from church recently had both hips replaced for a second time. That’s one active lifestyle he has worn something like that out, twice. However, the socket has come out of place twice since surgery. I wonder what his doctor/surgeon can do about that.
  • I was always fond of my father’s signature.
  • I’ve posted about this before. Our house was broken into after a Christmas in the late Eighties. I remember coming home from Fort Worth late one evening with a brick and broken stained glass from our front door greeting us. Skippy, my first dog, a poodle, was locked in a closet. The police report cracks me up. They reference every person by at least their first and last name, while only my father was referred to as simply “Mr. Geeding.” He just had that stature and that’s what everyone in our small town called him. I can only recall one person calling my father by his first name, and that was weird. Well, other than the handful of men around his age who served with him.
  • The person who broke into my home was a classmate. All he took was a video game I borrowed from another friend, Ten Yard Fight. Funny thing, despite him not owning a Nintendo, he left the Nintendo. He came by the next day with the game (with the cover all scratched up to disguise it) asking if I would play the game with him on my Nintendo. At the time, I didn’t realize it was the only thing missing from our house. Skippy couldn’t speak, but he gave me a big clue that this friend was guilty because that dog did something he never did. That friend was lying on the floor playing the game and Skippy just took a whizz on him. That was strange behavior for him. He never did it to anyone else. The next week at school, in wood shop of all classes, I confronted him about it. It was the first fight I ever started. I’m not sure how it started, but I was working on a football helmet, sanding it getting ready to stain it. I gripped in my right hand and hit him across his face with it. Our teacher, Homer Hensley, broke up our little skirmish. It was the first and only time I was sent to the principal’s office for disciplinary reasons. Despite starting the fight, I didn’t get punished, though my friend did. Maybe he provoked me and instigated it. I can’t remember. I don’t have the game anymore, but I still have the Nintendo.
  • Skippy was named by my brother after the Skipper in Gilligan’s Island. Everyone called him Skip of Skippy, but my brother only referred to the dog as Skipper. I remember taking a New Testament class during my first summer semester in college. The night before the final, Dad called and told me Skippy had died. We had a pool in the back yard, and he fell into it. To my knowledge, that was the only time he was ever in the pool. He had a bad heart, and about twenty-minutes after Dad or Mom rescued him from the pool, it gave out. Dad tried CPR, cuffing his hand to blow in his snout, but his time had come. I came home the following weekend. It was strange walking into the house and not being greeted at the door by Skippy and his wagging tail. That’s when his death hit me. Rest in peace, Skip.

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