The Baptists finally came by to help us clean up the damage done in the yard by the tornady. And yes, it was very nice of them. My nephew and niece were also here, mowing the lawn and helping pick up limbs and what-not.
I, on the other hand, was not doing any of those things. I was emailing back and forth to Mojo, and making a half-hearted attempt at work. Mojo just happened to be more interesting than work. Does flashing neon and hula dancers bring anything to mind? Heehee….
Continue reading “Of Empire and Peaches. And the deafness of God.”
