Gifts for Mothers . . . . .

Well, it’s time to remind you again that Mother’s Day is fast approaching. These two books have been good gifts for moms. If you want them for your mom or your daughter, they are available in the Abbey bookstore in Norfolk, Nebraska or on Amazon.com, iUniverse.com, or right from my home . . . and I will be returning there by May 6.

I have wintered in Honolulu longer this year than any other. But then, this winter was longer than any other.  It was strange indeed, in many parts of the country. But now we hope we won’t skip right to summer.

I have several book readings lined up for this spring and I like to put out the word that I am available to speak or to read for any group in the area . . libraries, book clubs, church groups, any kind of club. Please help me spread the word. After all, I have plenty of free time and I love to talk story.

 

 

Birds . . . . .

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Even here,

in a city, in a high rise,

the birds sing.

Early morning, on the

railing, they will chat

and sing and call.

They perk their heads

to listen to echoes

in the palms

and just before they fly

they leave a gift.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

word fun . . . . .

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This may have been around before, maybe even on this site, but fun with words always makes me laugh, and we need more of that. Lots more.  I received this in my mail today from my friend Margie Ehrenfried

“Lexophile” describes those that have a love for words, such as “you can tune a piano, but you can’t tuna fish”, or “To write with a broken pencil is pointless.” An annual competition is held by the New York Times to see who can create the best original lexophile.

This year’s winning submission is posted at the very end.

No matter how much you push the envelope, it’ll still be stationery.

If you don’t pay your exorcist you can get repossessed.

I’m reading a book about anti-gravity. I just can’t put it down.

I didn’t like my beard at first. Then it grew on me.

Did you hear about the crossed-eyed teacher who lost her job because she couldn’t control her pupils?

When you get a bladder infection, urine trouble.

When chemists die, they barium.

I stayed up all night to see where the sun went, and then it dawned on me.

I changed my iPod’s name to Titanic. It’s syncing now.

England has no kidney bank, but it does have a Liverpool .

Haunted French pancakes give me the crepes.

This girl today said she recognized me from the Vegetarians Club, but I’d swear I’ve never met herbivore

I know a guy who’s addicted to drinking brake fluid, but he says he can stop any time.

A thief who stole a calendar got twelve months.

When the smog lifts in Los Angeles U.C.L.A.

I got some batteries that were given out free of charge.

A dentist and a manicurist married. They fought tooth and nail.

A will is a dead giveaway.

With her marriage, she got a new name and a dress.

Police were summoned to a daycare center where a three-year-old was resisting a rest.

Did you hear about the fellow whose entire left side was cut off? He’s all right now.

A bicycle can’t stand alone; it’s just two tired.

The guy who fell onto an upholstery machine last week is now fully recovered.

He had a photographic memory but it was never fully developed.

When she saw her first strands of gray hair she thought she’d dye.

Acupuncture is a jab well done. That’s the point of it.

Those who get too big for their pants will be totally exposed in the end.

 

 

 

 

An Easter experience . . . . .

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Here in what I think of as paradise, I sometimes find myself with lots of time to fill and I give my attention to things I didn’t have time for before.

From my writings, I think you know that I am interested in people’s interpretation of what life is about, what their religion means to them, how they interpret it. So last week I watched a two-hour presentation on TV by a minister from the Philippines. It was quite a show. The girl’s choir was made up of very beautiful young ladies with matching dresses and all with their hair and makeup looking very professional. The men singers were dressed in sharp matching suits, their hair perfect. The stage was full, and there was an audience of perhaps hundreds of people.

There was a beautiful background and beautiful music with violins, drums, keyboards, guitars, and more. In fact, I think there was an hour of music, and then an hour of the minister, with occasional music again between brief sermons. The music was good. The girls sang together and also there were many solos, the soloists very professional and very sincere. They often closed their eyes as they sang, with feeling. The men soloists sang with feeling also, in soft and touching tones. Their faces shone with enthusiasm.

Oh, there was a large children’s choir also, the little ones singing their hearts out, dressed in identical expensive outfits, completely filling the stage which, like the rest of the room, was professionally decorated.

Then the minister spoke, quickly acquainting us with his credentials. He said that he has met God and that God  appointed him to be his son. He said it was authentic, and the information was sealed. So, he preached, anyone who wanted to go to heaven would have to go through him as he is now the son of God.

The auditorium was packed with nice-looking people who obviously adored the speaker. I was sitting here, holding my breath, stunned.

The next day, as it happened, I read in the Honolulu newspaper that this same man was stopped in the airport here, his plane full of a very large amount of money, in small bills tucked into stockings. I see that he has a church here too, and one would assume the money was from contributions. He was charged with leaving Hawaii without reporting the money.

Today I watched his show on TV again. This week it was a three hour production. It would cost a fortune. I won’t try to repeat any of the sermon. You just wouldn’t believe it.

I am haunted by the innocent faces of all those beautiful singers and, probably, believers.  Especially the little ones.

Be glad for your faith and believable guidance.

Happy Easter.