Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was sort of weird, why didn't Miss Marken, our high school English teacher, invite me also to her special private meeting held only for the Spanish people? But of course I am not one of them so obviously that would not include me.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that near the end of my first semester at SCC, our choir director, Mrs. Galetar, took all of us choir members to a concert at an Adventist church not far from the college. It was a lovely concert of Christmas music that everyone can appreciate, the soprano's rendition of "I Wonder as I Wander" was unforgettable. So that was that. Why all these questions later about Adventists and what do I think about that. It was only concert. Why do I have to explain for the umpteenth time that No, I am not an Adventist? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was sort of weird to hear online that you are stuck in an Adventist cult with those cultic whackos Dauna and Gwen Nelson, and you have only yourself to blame for going down that miserable cult path. Do not bother me later with the internal turmoils of Cuban exiles who should have known better but didn't. Blah blah blah. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that is sort of disturbing how they are talking about my grandmother in that way, as if she were the only source of their problems. And there are no words really, just someone yapping about how they are going to kill the goose that laid the golden egg or kill the sacred cow, or something along those lines. And I am not even sure whether I was born yet anyway when all those events happened and deals made of which so much is hinted and yet nothing said in terms of context. I am not saying that my grandmother did not have her faults, she could not know what she could not know, but anyway all have their faults in various ways. And anyway, I am not a clone of her, so I might not want to have to do that again. I might want to do other things than that in the light of other new information.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that I still have my membership card stored somewhere in my files, because anyway it is still a memento of a different time in my life when I was maybe about 16 years old and I took the class for that down there, and was later water baptized, although I suppose that I could get myself re-baptized upon returning to the United States, but would that be necessarily the right way to handle that, even if it was sort of my parents idea for me to go ahead and do that, does it logically follow that I would need to pretend that I need to again be water baptized every time I move to another country. Wouldn't that negate the point of Christian faith in the first place, hoping that the water baptism would last long enough for eternity or does it have an expiration date? Does not the Christian faith transcend national borders anyway? So that is a complication to be sure, but anyway, long before that, did I not sing a solo in church, "Into My Heart Lord Jesus," so, yes, it is complicated.    

Which Reminds Me

 Yes, I vaguely remember that at one job I was given a silver coin as a sort of bonus or token of appreciation. However, I am not remembering whether I still have that or did I give that away. I have not seen that for a long time now. Maybe I really was not that enthusiastic about having a symbol of infamy sitting around in my desk drawer. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do not remember there being any brain cell in Dauna's empty head, in regards to "it." I wash my hands of "it." You broke "it" so that is not my problem. Fix "it" yourself. You will not need me for anything, obviously. Needless to say.