Puddle-Jumpers and Test Tubes
I don't know about you, but every time I sit in an airplane seat with the plane revving up its engines and powering full thrust down the runway, I pray 10,000 prayers. In my mind, there is no way a huge narrow metal barn weighing tons and tons can make it off the ground. It's much too heavy. That's just plain common sense. Needless to say, I did make it. The flight from Appleton to Detroit to Saginaw and back uses puddle-jumpers--50-seat regionals spare on accoutrements and sure to offer a few bumps and twists for adventure in-flight. This is no 747 or 380, friends. They're not a cheap ride either. But they get us where we need to go with a number of flight time choices, so all-in-all they do a nice job.
The nice thing about funerals is that they bring family members together who rarely get a chance to keep up on extended family news. After the memorial service last Saturday our gang sat in a wide circle in chairs and on my brother-in-law's living room floor, telling family stories and more stories, some hearty laughs, and more stories. As the pastor at the service said, "These times are for celebrating a life," and that we did, majorly. I was so glad I could be there. Who would think a funeral would be fun? But they are, when you have a family that has always worked well together, as ours has.
About the test tubes--As I sat at the kitchen table Monday morning writing down some observations about the weekend's events, I was seized with painful throat and high chest spasms. Not the first time I've had this happen. I have a cranky esophagus. But when a blood pressure check showed sky-high blood pressure, I figured I had better yet checked out for possible heart problems. They run in my family. Two days later I got a full reprieve, so maybe now I can finally get back to work.
Somewhere along the way this past week I got a heart-tugging vision of how to start out my next book. You'll hear more on that later, as the ideas flesh out. A hint--It's about struggles in our culture: past, present, and future. Meanwhile, it's great to be back online with you.
Still here with more to come,
Margaret
The nice thing about funerals is that they bring family members together who rarely get a chance to keep up on extended family news. After the memorial service last Saturday our gang sat in a wide circle in chairs and on my brother-in-law's living room floor, telling family stories and more stories, some hearty laughs, and more stories. As the pastor at the service said, "These times are for celebrating a life," and that we did, majorly. I was so glad I could be there. Who would think a funeral would be fun? But they are, when you have a family that has always worked well together, as ours has.
About the test tubes--As I sat at the kitchen table Monday morning writing down some observations about the weekend's events, I was seized with painful throat and high chest spasms. Not the first time I've had this happen. I have a cranky esophagus. But when a blood pressure check showed sky-high blood pressure, I figured I had better yet checked out for possible heart problems. They run in my family. Two days later I got a full reprieve, so maybe now I can finally get back to work.
Somewhere along the way this past week I got a heart-tugging vision of how to start out my next book. You'll hear more on that later, as the ideas flesh out. A hint--It's about struggles in our culture: past, present, and future. Meanwhile, it's great to be back online with you.
Still here with more to come,
Margaret
