Mother’s Day

The Mother’s Day service was good and inspiring, originating in Luke and Peter, which dealt with Martha and Mary.  The Pastor has a nice voice with a powerful resonance so took on extra meaning.  Afterwards, several of us went to Bob Evans for lunch and had a good time bragging about grandchildren and telling various stories. 

When I got home I fell into a deep sleep that lasted until past 1530 hrs.  Strangely, I was dreaming of traveling on a motorcycle westward towards LA to Martha’s home.  I was lost and did not know what route to take.  Try as I might, I could not remember which road to take and I was looking for a simple map showing routes.  Instead, a man was trying to sell me book and inch thick that showed details much more that I wanted and a tourists description of the area.  I then awoke to leadened skies and rain.

Later, I went to the gas station and put $106 into the truck & two 4 gallon gas cans – a new record to be entered inot my life’s record.  Not a pleasant one I can assure you.