The one my sisters attended in years past in North Carolina overlaps the one in Tennessee I most often went to. These days, live streaming has taken over and you just might find us in front of our respective computers, watching from a distance. Their sessions last a week. “Ours” lasts four days.
Our middle sister is librarian for her church so she’d loaded up books to take in for credit for both the church library and herself. She’s a brave soul. In spite of having to maneuver through tricky lane changes, she made it there and back in one piece. I’ve stayed home.
More about that later…
I’d planned to strip the bed and wash the sheets but I wasn’t up to making it again so I decided to let it slide. Coughing spells wear me out under the best of circumstances.
The list for my CIL was complete. Cuz called and said he was on his way. She’d told me earlier some of the summer squash she’d planted wasn’t crookneck but straight. I like straight-neck squash so I wasn’t surprised when he opened the insulated bag he was carrying and gave me five. As soon as I saw them, I knew they weren’t straight-neck squash but baby yellow zucchini. That was okay. They’d eat just as well. He zipped that compartment up and unzipped the one below it.
The contents were well packed with ice blocks. With a flourish, he brought out a bag, untied it and handed me the contents — two pint cartons of Ben and Jerry’s non-dairy ice cream!
I’d had Cuz look for some at the local Walmart but they don’t have it yet. She’d found it closer to the other house.
It was a treat I’d in no way expected. When he’d left, I opened the cartons and doled out some of each. I wish I could say it was beyond expectations but, sadly, it didn’t live up to the hype. Sorry, Cuz. At minimum, my curiosity is satisfied. The chunks in Chunky Monkey are very satisfying but the surrounding ice cream is just sweet with very little flavor. It’s supposed to have banana in it but I didn’t notice that. I’ll have to look for it next time. As for the Chocolate Fudge Brownie, it doesn’t have much chocolate flavor. When they said the almond milk provided a blank canvas, I would have thought they would have filled it in.
Maybe it’s just me, though. I’ve watched several video reviews of B&J non-dairy and almost everyone really loves it. However, there was one that agreed with me that So Delicious coconut-based ice cream has ’em all beat. That’s sad because it’s rarer than hen’s teeth around here.
The evening meeting time crept up on me and I didn’t tune in when it was going on.
Today, I managed to get to the live stream just as the church service was starting. I had to leave the computer for a few minutes and when I got back, the King’s Heralds were singing the “Amen” to their special music. They were giving a concert this afternoon and I’d gotten in touch with the conference to see if it would be live streamed. No, it wouldn’t. By that time, I’d emailed the King’s Heralds, themselves, and one answered that it would be find with them if licensing were in place.
I had to get up again and, as luck would have it, I sat down WHILE the King’s Heralds were singing the special music before the sermon. Oh, well. Maybe the conference officials’ hearts would be touched and the concert would be streamed, anyway.
The sermon by Shawn Boonstra was excellent. Thankfully, I didn’t need to get up while he was preaching.
The rest of the afternoon was spent hoping against hope that I’d be able to see the concert. At 3 p.m. TT, I went to the live stream. It was dead. Not a quiver. Not a pulse. No life anywhere. They were sticking to the decision not to stream the concert. That used to be a highlight of camp meeting every year. 4 o’clock EDT would find me wherever it was.
During the rest of the Sabbath hours, I watched videos of Chonda Pierce. Since I’ve only recently become acquainted with her work, I was surprised to find out she’s single. A lot of her earlier videos have a lot to do with her husband, David. Later on in the interview, she talked about going to the cemetery so I knew her beloved David had died. Following up with that, I found he’d had a serious problem with alcohol and had been in rehab more than once. He had a stroke and brain surgery following that. He didn’t survive. She never lost her faith in God.
A feature-length documentary has been made with Chonda, “Laughing in the Dark”. For three years, the cameras followed her around and recorded all the ups and downs. I’d love to see it but I haven’t quite brought myself to ordering it. If I get it from her website, it’s $16.99. It’s $11.99 (plus tax, as Mother would say) from Amazon. I could stream it from Walmart for $3.99 but that seems such a waste.
Then I thoroughly broke the Sabbath in a back and forth re: Donald Trump on a Facebook friend’s Timeline. He private messaged me to overlook the idiots that were posting on his page. That got us into a conversation that lasted until he asked about DD and said for me to tell her hello for him tomorrow.
I’ve asked Cuz for the visor she told me long ago she had. I put the headband I’d been using in the dirty clothes and I haven’t done laundry yet. The replacement is much thinner and the Ear Buddies come off at the slighted provocation. I’m trying it now with the fabric folded to make a quadruple thickness and we’ll see how that holds.
While I’m (sort of) on the subject of my O2, the cannula has made a sore place in my left nostril. I got smart today and put some MelaGel on it and that’s done the trick. I need to repeat it before I go to bed but it’s already much better. That stuff works!
Well, Muhammad Ali is dead. He was two years older than me. I remember when he still had his “slave name”, Cassius Clay. He went through quite a metamorphosis and while I didn’t agree with everything, he stayed true to himself and never wavered. When he wouldn’t cave and resisted the draft, he was stripped of his boxing licenses in all 50 states and was barred from the ring for more than three years when the decision was overturned by the Supreme Court. Besides being a champion in the ring, he could talk. He was articulate and a poet of sorts. Parkinson’s took all that away.
It’s late o’clock again. I must stop my meanderings and do elsewise. Good night and God bless.