Not really sure when I’m going to get this one published.  Today is Tuesday, but it’s already bed time.  Tomorrow I’ve got jail after work so I won’t be able to get much done tomorrow, so this won’t make it out for Thursday, so maybe I can have it ready for Friday.  And that’s because I’ve been so busy with so many other things this week.

Between being drawn to fighting for a class that I want to teach at church, fighting for a young man’s church credentials, fighting over an exercise at work, and fighting emotions over grief, it seems as though it’s just been fight, fight, fight for the past week and quite frankly I am sick to death of fighting.  

I’m tired, I’m sore, I’m the proverbial grumpy old man (dragon)…all I’m missing is yelling at some kid to “GET OFF MY LAWN” and I’ll be all set.

Plus, I’m being prompted by the Holy Spirit to make an apology that is actually about 2 plus years overdue and I know it’s part of my repentance, and it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s more that I don’t know HOW to.

The man I need to apologize to is not going to be a problem, I would consider him a friend even.  He probably doesn’t think I need to apologize, but I really feel like I need to, and it’s come up now, all of a sudden. 

See, the man is one of the base chaplains and I owe him an apology because of the way I spoke to him back when Mary died.  I was pretty rude and used some very coarse language and, well, it’s been playing on my mind.  And him and I go to bible study together every other Wednesday and for me claiming to be a Christian now, well … you get the idea.

Anyway, the Spirit is telling me that I need to repent to him.

But, in the meantime, we’ve got some laughter to chase after, so let’s start doing that…at least a little, before I have to go to bed.

Okay, I can’t help myself.  I know it’s been too soon, but I gotta start out with more of these memes that I haven’t used yet.

This one is from brother Joe … and it scares me a little… he writes:

I’ve sure gotten old!  I have outlived my feet and my teeth.  I’ve had two bypass surgeries, a hip replacement, new knees, fought prostate cancer and diabetes.  I’m half blind, can’t hear anything quieter than a jet engine, take 40 different medications that make me dizzy, winded, and subject to blackouts.  Have bouts with dementia.  Have poor circulation; hardly feel my hands and feet anymore.  Can’t remember if I’m 85 or 92.  

I have lost all my friends.

But, thank God, I’ve still got my Florida driver’s license!

But see, the part that scares me?  Joe lives in New Jersey!

And that ain’t even the half of it.

I’ll bet his on first.

I find that the harder I work, the more luck I seem to have.

– Thomas Jefferson (1743-1826) 

Maybe carrots will give me strong, sharp eyes, but what if they also give me long floppy ears?

A man stood on the side of the road hitch hiking on a very dark night in the middle of a storm. The night was rolling and no cars passed. The storm was so strong, he could hardly see a few feet ahead of him. Suddenly he saw a car come towards him and stop.

The guy, without thinking about it, got in the car and closed the door to realize that nobody was behind the wheel. The car started slowly. The guy looked at the road and saw a curve coming his way. Scared, he started praying, and begged for his life. He hadn’t come out of shock, when just before he hit the curve, a hand appeared through the window and moved the wheel. The guy, paralyzed in terror, watched how the hand appeared every time before a curve.

The guy gathered strength, got out of the car and ran to the nearest town. Wet and in shock, he ran into a cantina and asked for two shots of tequila, and started telling everybody about the horrible experience he went through. A silence enveloped everybody when they realized the guy was crying and wasn’t drunk.

About half an hour later, two guys walked into the same cantina, and one said to the other. “Look Pepe, that’s the character who climbed into the car while we were pushing.” 

HUNCHBACK’S WIFE: I’m getting worried about that back of yours. It looks really awful. Perhaps you should see a doctor. Eventually, after a lot of persuasion the Hunchback goes to the doctor.

DOCTOR:I want you to get undressed. ( Hunchback removes jacket then stops) 

HUNCHBACK:I don’t like getting undressed.

DOCTOR:If you want me to examine your back you’ll have to get undressed. ( Hunchback removes his shirt but leaves his vest on.)

HUNCHBACK:I don’t like showing people my back. They always laugh at me.

DOCTOR:Do you want me to examine your back or not? ( Very reluctantly the hunchback removes his vest.

DOCTOR:How long is it since you were at school?

HUNCHBACK:Over 30 years. Why?

DOCTOR:Did you ever wonder what happened to your backpack?

That’s it.  I’m done.  I’m having a rough night, so I’m sure I’ll talk about it in the next issue.  I can’t right now.