Waffles

We slept in a long time.
It's raining.
It's been raining all week.
We did a bunch of laundry.
We washed the dishes.
I made waffles.
We need a new waffle iron. This one doesn't get hot enough. It takes about twice as long to cook them as it should, and as a result, they don't come out with the texture they should possess.
Blue Taz in boxers patterned boxers. They are getting mighty holey.
The Rockies desperately need to win. The Giants have been losing, but suddenly, the Braves have climbed back into the picture. This isn't good for my heart.
Denver plays Oakland tomorrow.
We washed Daisy's bed, Anna's snuggie, and some blankets on which the cats have been lying. There was an incredible quantity of fur in the lint trap afterwards.
I should probably shave before church tomorrow.
I should probably wake up for church tomorrow.
We'll see if Anna's father makes any more mentions of grandchildren.
There's left over waffle batter in the refrigerator. It was taking too long to cook the waffles, so I saved the batter for a time when I had more patience.
Jerry and Nancy
Jerry and Nancy are the Majors at the Salvation Army. Jerry does indeed look like he's a military man, with his flat-top haircut. He also has spectacularly large nostrils. They aren't the wide gorilla style but the long witch nose style. Nancy is shorter than Anna. They are friendly but a little on the overwhelming side. They do a sermon every Thursday evening with a meal to entice people to come. We went once to appease Anna's grandmother. One of the biggest reasons we haven't gone back is that Jerry and Nancy would not stop talking to Anna about her singing or playing instruments at their services. They still mention it whenever I see them. We did go to a Sunday morning service one week because it was Anna's grandmother's birthday. I must say that it was a pretty foreign world to me. According to dear grandma, they used to work with prostitutes in Indianapolis (she said this like it was a bad thing). That's cool I guess. I just have a hard time picturing anybody, much less prostitutes, being willing to communicate with them. They are just too strange. As I said, they are nice enough people, but I do my best to avoid them.