Joke of the day: Mad Cow

Two cows are conversing in a field. The first one says to
the other, “Have you heard about this ‘mad cow disease’ that
is going around?”

The second cow responds, “Yeah, but I’m not worried about
it; I’m an airplane!”

Received from GCFL.net

Chorus Tour

Surprise! For the first time in months I am making some time to post pictures of my life etc. onto the WWW. Anyway, Chorus Tour was great. We sang songs, partied hard, and now we’re home. Thanks for praying! It wouldn’t have been possible to go without the prayer support of the left behinders. Here are several people pictures I thought my audience would enjoy. . .

First, a picture of the resident sweetie and fellow traveler, Jana.

Next, a picture of the Chorus.

Then, a picture of my cousins that I stayed with in SC, Kevin and Sheree.

Oh, then, let’s just post a picture of my and my favorite drink; that is, after coffee and water.

Then, we’ll conclude with a random picture that I really like. If you don’t like it, tough for you. . .

Peace be da journey. Thanks for praying. . .

thesinger

Chorus tour.

Today, I woke up and said to myself, “Self, the day you have been waiting for years is actually here.” To “bro” you in on the situation, we gave a program at Lebbette Baptist Church tonight. Currently, we’re finished with our first program and the good food that “they” served afterwords. I’m sitting at the computer desk, using the internet at the J. Sam Nisly family’s house. I’m staying here for the night because I was assigned here by someone who I think knew very well that I would enjoy staying here. So it seems at least.

The waiting part began back about as far as I can remember when my brother Floyd joined Chorus. I knew then and I know now that I would love to sing with the chorus, and would love to sing PERIOD. The feeling has not left. . .

The program tonight was positive. The Spirit was working, and we were able to give of ourselves through our songs. Pray for two things: that God would be glorified, and that inter-chorus relationships would remain strong. Thanks!

Perhaps I should go be sociable with the my hosts and the other chorusers here. . .

Peace in the valley, and on the bus!

thesinger

Life

Done cutting wheat. Got home from weekend reunion of dad’s side. My grandpa turned 90. I have too many things to do. I feel kind of like a chicken with my head cut off, running around from this duty to this duty, not knowing which is more important.

Life.

thesinger

We’re cutting again.

It dried off enough on Sat. and Sun. to allow us to get back into the field on Monday/yesterday and hopefully today! This is a very good thing!

Later,

thesinger

It Rained.

Not harvesting. Got out of bed at 11:30 this morning after cutting until 2:00 AM.  We got rained out of the field. It rained hard; harder than it has for a long time. I was glad to go to bed. Tonight, I am ready to go to bed.

thesinger

ps. I haven’t touched my camera since Crachels wedding. That is why you see no pictures.

pss. “3 AM HENRY”

Cutting Wheat!

Yup, that’s right! Since Monday, I’ve been a full time combine operator. This is a good time; a REALLY REALLY GOOD TIME! AC-Comfort-People who jump to your wishes-A position of importance- You get the idea. Since I’ve been approx. 12, I’ve been working my way up the proverbial ladder of jobs and am now “near the top” of the available harvest jobs. It’s a Really Really Good Time!!

Harvest Has Begun

“Harvest time, Happy time, all our sin and sorrow should be put away and we will sing, Halleluia, on this happy, happy harvest day.”

That was the mutilated excerpt of a song that Anja placed on the white paper bag that temporarily held my supper. Yes, it has dried off enough that we are finally able to cut wheat. Yes, it is such a lovely and busy time of year.

We cut about 40 acres today, hope to finish that field tomorrow, and begin another field of the same variety tomorrow as well.

I realized why I like harvest so much as I was sitting on top of the cab of our Mack grain truck, peacefully waiting for the grain cart to dump it’s load of wheat into the truck. It’s very simple really; harvest is a time that you have worked hard for. It’s also a time when the work suddenly becomes a collective effort of many people to get the wheat in from the field. Oh, and harvest brings it’s own special kind of benefits. For example, when else could you call sitting on a truck, waiting for the grain to come in from the field, work? Never. Harvest is a nice time.

It will be in my best interests to rest well and long while there is still day on the clock. Therefore, I will wish you a peaceful Saturday, and many happy returns. . .

thesinger

Anonymous is called a cross. . .

between a dog and a rock star. We found this out when cousin #1 baptized Mr. Anon (a crazy cousin) with a glass half-filled with water. In response to this unnecessarily chilling act, Mr. Anon promptly walked over to where Cousin #1 was sitting and shook his lengthy and thick mop of hair over #1. This was when Loyal promptly called the act a cross between a dog and a rock star. I think it fits. . .

Home.

Life is hectic. Maybe more later. . .

thesinger