It’s my birthday!
What a beautiful morning! It’s almost cold out there. There are some clouds, which is making the sunrise very colorful. Most of all, I’m still alive. It’s going to be a good day.
Yesterday I worked straight through until 11:00 PM. That was not fun. Old people are supposed to be sitting in rocking chairs and watching Fred Astaire movies at that time of night.
But the plumbing business rolls on whether I like it or not. I had to rise at 5:30 because I have to get to Home Depot to buy stuff so that I can get to a construction job and get some things ready for inspection and then be able to get to another construction job and try to get it where it needs to be.
Additionally, it has become my privilege to handle the entire music ministry of my church upon the retirement of our previous director of thirty eight years, Mike Mahan. We’re seeking a full time replacement, but we haven’t found that man yet. This definitely cuts into my banjo practice.
I’d love to chat, but I’m already running late.
Yes, my precious brother, you WERE born on this day in your hometown to a wonderful family that loved you so much. I am lucky to have you to share my childhood memories with—who else would be able to do that? I, for one, would be lost without you in this world, so I am also glad you are alive today!! Try not to work too hard—
The ministry is privileged to have such a learned and dedicated person to handle their mucic! you are simply the best. love, your sister, Renee
Happy belated birthday, Doc. (Huh, I didn’t know you were old:)