Fish

Anna sang at Bob's funeral on Thursday (Noah, Abby, and Elizabeth's grandfather). He had requested that Anna and her father sing the songs "Jesus, Lover of My Soul" and "Heaven." Anna didn't know "Heaven" so her dad sang that one alone.
The family cried during the funeral, but aside from that, I was very surprised at how upbeat everyone was. On the surface at least, they appeared to be at peace with his death and fully possessed with "the peace that passes all understanding." I wish I had faith like that.
Cade's parents were trying to make him understand what had happened to Bob, and apparently, he didn't quite seem to understand. But when they told him they were going to his funeral, Cade did offer up this little tidbit of wisdom, "Well, Bob won't have to pray anymore. Now he can just go talk to Jesus."
Anna's fish, Con, died the other day. I don't know if any of you remember Con. Anna got her during her sophomore year, but she kept the fish at her parent's house when she lived in Delta.
I've noticed something about Indiana pot-lucks (or as they call it, "pitch-ins"). Hoosiers eat a lot of yellow food. Everything is full of cheese or corn. There are usually multiple mac & cheese offerings and various corn breads and cheesy potato dishes. I told Anna that we don't see that much yellow food in Colorado. Sure, we make corn bread but only when we eat chili. Sure, we might add cheese to mashed potatoes occasionally, but that's not the only way we eat them. Sure, mac & cheese exists, but only kids eat it. Yes, we always have deviled eggs, but we never ever ever has as many different deviled egg offerings as I see here.
Speaking of food. Anna's parents had several people from church over for lunch on Sunday. I made a cheesecake. We ate food. We digested food. Everyone was entertained watching Hank play fetch.
On Wednesday, I had just gotten done in the office when my phone started ringing. It was my boss. She was outside the front door of the building and needed me to let her in. I had no idea she was coming. She told me that she was in the area and thought she'd stop by. I'm not sure that's entirely true. Perhaps she was afraid that I was running some sort of illegal operation out of the complex?
She walked around the building and took note of different things that could be cleaned up a bit. She also told me that they had been getting more complaints from someone saying that her mother's porch light was out and that I wouldn't fix it. The problem with that is that the residents have control over their porch lights, and if they don't come and tell me one is out, I have no way of knowing whether or not they have it turned on.
I made chicken fried steak tonight.
Blue.
I need to take a shower.
Daisy has eaten three rolls of toilet paper in the past week. She also continues to destroy the kitchen rug. She is a bad bad dog.
Chief is in his customary spot under the futon.
The Rockies are 3-3 after one week of baseball. They could easily be 5-1. There's a saying in baseball that you can't win the division in April, but you sure can lose it. It's games like the 14 inning loss the other night that could come back to haunt us.
ESPN has the Rockies 14th in its power rankings. I'm okay with that. They haven't looked as good as they should. They have certainly made far more errors that are acceptable.
The Rockies play the Reds in Cincinnati in June. I'd like to catch two out of three of those games.
We got a stake to tie Daisy outside when we sit out there. I like sharing a pleasant evening with my wife on our patio.
You have no idea how glad I am that baseball has returned. No only can I root for the Rockies again, but I can stand to watch ESPN. I can't wait until basketball and hockey are gone. But then again, that means that it'll be the soccer world cup which is going to be awful.
Do you like soccer? You are a loser. Soccer is beyond stupid. I hate you.
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