Further Musings

Today we did the London Foodie walk, ate some fantastic Chinese (bonus shot), learned about the history of London, and lastly reflected on this year with a beautiful service at St. Paul.  Happy New Years.

We’re tired and we’re here.  Good first day flying about the town on buses.  Now if we can just sleep some tonight. 

Just got my wife a first class ticket to London!  A bump and forgoing $200 in vouchers gets us a once in a lifetime experience.  The seats are valued at $4,000 each.  Wow!

They say half the adventure is getting there right?

Of course the irony is that we’ve been pre-jetlagging so we can sleep on our 7:30pm flight.  Now we’ll have to be awake for a 11pm flight to enjoy the benefits.  I’m willing to try!

Our lettuce is one of my favorite things.  They are varied, robust, and survive the frost.  I love how bright green they are in the midst of a bleak winter lawn.

It’s still Day 10 right?  Right?

One of my former students caught his first NFL touchdown pass over the weekend.

He’s mostly a special teams player, where the hardest hits are often delivered.  I recall him getting knocked out in a UNC game.

Lest you think that my discussion of the concussion crisis is simply me looking for an ax to grind with the general culture I do have some personal connections.

It’s pretty serious and pretty scary, especially as I look out at the two players in my course this semester and wonder how they will live at age 40 or 50.

December in Florida is still prime farmers market season.

I’ve almost survived my first semester as a professor.  Whew.

I’m loving Advent this year.  Am longing for the redemption.

I love these thick interior windows framed in heavy wood.

Hanging out before church is more fun with the kids around.

Here’s one of the youngest and the cutest.

I want her level of joy.

On Friday afternoon we drove into town to deposit Charity’s rental car.  Because she set her right hand glove on the back of the car we also deposited the glove en-route.  Hours later we circled back but couldn’t find it.

This left Charity in the sad state of attending the Messiah with only one of her favorite gloves.

Saturday I retraced the route one last time, spotted a black object off the side, whipped the car onto the grassy shoulder, and found it.   A triumphant return with the missing glove followed!

Only one problem.  When we went to find the left-hand glove it was gone.  Lost.

Really?  If this a ploy for a new pair of gloves just say so!

That left us searching again today for the (second) missing glove.  We drove back to campus and success.

I found it in the parking lot, a lone black speck in a sea of asphalt.

Today I went up to watch the UNC game with Dad and MacDuff. Afterwards we wandered the yard for a while check out the changes. MacDuff is always the star of the show. I’m glad he’s there. He brings a lot of joy to them.