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This idea that the duty and routine of daily living is "just existing and not really living" makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. The same thinking was promoted in twi. Like God can't work in small ways, like the small but necessary things of life aren't "doing the word". How many times in twi did I hear before we were to go witnessing "you never know...you might just witness to the next apostle Paul"...as if just speaking the right words to someone at the right time isn't just as important to God. Geez...this mentality that God's will for our lives has to be flash and pizazz and just one "mountaintop experience" after another...I don't buy it. After almost 20 years out of twi, I still wake up and most days and thank God that I have a routine...that I get to work at real job and live in my very own house and watch tv when I want and sleep...aaah...I'm still catching up on all the sleep I missed back in waydaze..

Ahhhh....there's my favorite doggie.

Nika is the Eve of this, my favorite thread. Of course she's in my prayers. May she soon be back, dancing in the kitchen.

sprawled out...

Happy, happy BD, RR!

Wondering what happened to him..don't remember which corps he was in...he and his second wife got married the day before T-Bone and I wed. We all were buddies for awhile back in the 70's.

David! You are too funny!!

Every time I get gas I fill up, and I'm lucky if I can make a tank last a week. I can't believe twi makes suggestions when to gas up. Hey innies...fill your tanks and drive, drive, drive as far away from twi as you can.

David,

Seeing that living room set up with those chairs made me shudder. Having been out of twi so long I had forgotten that we used to look at our homes primarily as places to run classes or have fellowships, and the "living" was an afterthought. I just went and stood in my living room for a minute and thanked God that it's arranged for the comfort of my family, and not for the selling of a product.

HA! Called on the carpet...answering machine...I get it! You know, there's so many ways you can go with this carpet/drapes thing. I mean, there's the drapes that are fahr-engine red, there are carpet types like berber or frieze...and of course there's steam-cleaning ...it boggles the mind.

Hey T! Arise, thou sluggard! You can't leave yet...you have to stick around and keep me company for the next 25 years.

Linda. This makes me want to have coffee with her...I mean, how wonderfully unusual. Thanks for sharing.

Good point, Gentle Servant. Welcome to the cafe...let me buy you a cuppa.

:) Nighty night, keeds.

Awww Ex, we're looking forward to meeting you too. Let me know what I can do/bring. And David and Strange One and everyone else...it will be so good to finally meet you all. Ex, I haven't had a chance to check Trip Adviser yet for hotels in the Woodlands...any recommendations?

Yep...the carpet matches the drapes.

I read this article and some of this sounds too familiar: http://www.dallasobserver.com/Issues/2006-...ws/feature.html

Gaaaak! I just remembered they had us use some smarmy sales technique where we were to look down, wipe our feet on the doormat and start stepping forward with hand stretching out for the doorknob! Were the JW's instructed to do this kind of thing? I always felt that the natural way to meet people (work, neighbors, etc.) was the best way to find people who might be interested in the product of pfal...and of course at the time I believed that pfal was worthy or our time. I never liked "cold calls" or sales. You know, I sold shoes in an upscale boutique for 11 months of the wow year. I was pretty good at it because I was friendly and would tell the women if the shoes looked good on their feet or not...never pressured the customer even though my boss wanted me to. Of course, I didn't believe the boss at the boutique was my spiritual elder, either.

We did door to door back in 1975 as WOWs, and again at the insistance of an interim 7th corps girl sent to our town after "the field", so it was happening before the 80's. I still remember the stench of urine and stepping around people sitting on the stairs in a funky DC apartment house we were invited into. This little white girl from the Southwest was scared to death to be in an urban setting. (Hey, even though I had fear...aka negative believing...nothing bad happened to me). At the time we were sent to DC, we were told it had the highest crime rate in the nation. I know someone in another family was robbed, someone else had a knife pulled on him, and I don't remember all the rest. Even when we went to some of the nicer neighborhoods I still hated door to door. It's just not natural.

Hey, we'll be happy to swing by and pick up whatever is needed from Sams (don't have the Costco membership), but it's too bad we can't at least get the meat from somewhere in the barbeque belt...after all, the towns of Lockhart, Luling, and Taylor are known as the holy trinity of Texas barbeque. For that matter, there's a place near us that does a dang good brisket. For what it's worth, the second weekend in October is out for us, but the other ones are a possibility.

Speaking of those robes, I don't remember when I first saw VP, Don and Howard in them, but I remember it shocked me. After the initial shock, I distictly remember thinking that Don and Howard's sleeves looked different...in a homemade sort of way. Really, it looked like they had been ironed on...and that bothered me. I don't know when they started this, but the ministry had baby dedications. We had our one year old son dedicated to (the Lord? God? the Way?) at a limb meeting. I don't remember much about it, except that I thought it was awfully important to be giving him over to the work of the ministy, or whatever. Thankfully, he's now a non-religious Christian with a quick wit and a mind of his own.