I don’t think we’ll ever address my abject agnosticism. It’s clear they still want me to return, but among numerous things I just can’t deal with their church’s explicit anti-LGBTQ stance.
My parents certainly aren’t that way (in modern times), but their religion is. I’m gradually coming to understand how they got to where they are, but I just can’t imagine dedicating a significant portion of your life to something you selectively believe.
I”m usually at work on the late side and just noticed that, once most people have left the building and the elevators are not in much use, you can always find the elevators, going from left to right, on the 3rd floor, 2nd floor, and lower level. I guess that makes sense late in the day when most people are going out. You don’t need one waiting around on the 1st floor.
It makes me wonder if they have a different AM and PM settings, though. If I came in early enough, would I find them all waiting on the 1st floor? But I”m not coming in early and I”ll apparently never know.
I eat kiwi by slicing them into thin coins without removing the skin. It is simple to prepare and makes the skin, which is full of nutrients and fiber, mostly unnoticeable. Google tells me that only about 7-30% of people eat the skin.
That’s how we all learned it. They do need to be fairly ripe for that to work though. Have a slice when they are still a bit tart can be enjoyable, especially if you like bananas before they cross over into the yellow/brown sugary spectrum.
My weight has been approaching 230, so I’m going to attempt to contain my eating to 500 calories 5x per day (9am, 12pm, 3pm, 6pm, 9pm). Long term I’m sure less is better, so I will start by introducing portion control (measure lots of stuff, count calories).
Introduced my son to the concept of sneaking candy into the movie theater. He was not easy to convince that it was acceptable, and was not willing to actually smuggle anything in himself. He would make a terrible criminal.
So, I got a copy of my father’s birth certificate today, to replace one that is misplaced/buried in the boxes I salvaged after he passed…and I noticed something.
My great-grandfather, a small town doctor, delivered my father.
I’m slightly obsessed at the moment wondering about the awkward implications for my grandmother.
(Although considering that my great-grandfather also apparently delivered my grandmother, I guess he had seen it all…)
We got to our Sacred Valley hotel in Peru last night and our daughter found two bibles in the room (she is like a cat when we land in a new place. Looks at everything) One was the bible (Spanish version) which I expected, but another was the Book of Mormon, which is a first for me. Never been in a hotel that left that in the room for people to read. Am baffled as to why it was put in a hotel in Peru (we are staying in a Marriot chain hotel in Urubamba).