Which Reminds Me

Yes, you make me sort of wish that I had persevered through that steep learning curve as far as the bar, I tend to think now that I might have even passed eventually, but at the time I was very discouraged at getting a C on the test, although my friend got a D. So maybe I could have improved later, but if you quit early it is harder to reap the rewards of success later. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely it seemed so funny at the time, how they repainted the STOP sign in the parking lot to say SPOT. Ha ha ha! But of course that was only a passing sign, a temporary blip in the continuum. Of course I have to stop at the STOP sign, never mind about the small jokes that he will have to pay for later because he used his work skills to access the paint used to do that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember the time when we were crossing the border, returning to El Salvador from Guatemala, and nearby there was a soldier with a gun who asked for a ride to some town not really that far away, and so, fine, we gave him a ride to where he was going. Wouldn't you? Who wouldn't do that?

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember the time when Lois Cooper Stewart was telling us about the time that she violently hit her sibling, and she feels so bad about that now, and she went on to have a normal life. Some people are more fortunate than I, perhaps, in this regard. For some people sibling rivalry can be a torment, requiring that I exercise self-control in order to NOT do that, even when confronted by all the demonic evil creatures, but an only child would not be able to understand these points.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is hard to say where I would get millions of dollars when I cannot do anything without running afould of the Catto-Hobby-Lobby-Green Monstrosity. After a simple choice to work in journalism, suddenly I find them accusing me of trying to get to them, because they owned some newspaper in Houston. Oh, I did not know that. Since when do I care about reconnecting to the snarky people from 9th grade? How do they even know what I am doing for work anyway? What if I wanted to disconnect and/or  stay off their radar screen? They never do anything helpful anyway. Just moving to Siberia or somewhere remote might not solve this problem. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember recounting how I had seen those people somewhere when I was 14 or 15 years old, and they have been chewing on that for years, so much so that I was feeling so bad about maybe did I falsely accuse them of something, so that they are always so angry about something, so that I completely forget now what I had originally said about them, and probably never will say anything about them ever again in the future, given that the thought of them was completely wiped out of my mind, and I might not be remembering things correctly anyway.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, you would think that it would be a simple matter, that someone ought to be able to reinterpret these matters in light of a Scriptural context, but anyway, we already know that some people are somewhat deaf spiritually speaking, so these matters become like cement blocks unless the Spirit can move freely. Some of the deaf people need to be sent home to work on their hearing problem.