Sunday, June 24, 2007

Just Inching along

We got a turtle.
His name isn't Myrtle.
It's in a box,
And it is a box.

These were the only lines of a poem I could think of. Oh well, it tells the truth. We got it. It's name is not Myrtle. It lives in a big box. And it is a box turtle.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

The baptism and the big fall

Anna Claire had a wonderful baptism, and she acted wonderfully the whole time, but that is not the reason everybody will always remember that day. I had been one of the torch bearers, but between the hot robes and locking my knees when I got half way down the isle I fainted. The glass globe around my torch shattered, I was told, which should have made my face a total wreck. I only had to go to the doctor to get my chin glued up.