Last week at the “Little Condo” we all decided to go to the gym to get in shape, and then we got ready for “back to school” …
Paul took me to his gym a week ago Monday and Tuesday, and really put me through some workouts. A day afterwards, I was SO sore I could barely move without great difficulty. When it was time for my evening walk with Cheryl, I was making all kinds of moaning and groaning sounds while I attempted to get up out of my recliner. Cheryl said: “Are you going to make those sounds the whole time we are walking?”
I said, “I’m not yet sure I am going to be ABLE to walk!”
DIETICIAN HEAL THYSELF?
Saturday evening Cheryl & Paul & I were watching the football roundup on tv and it was getting late. I said, “I may need a bowl of cereal before I go to bed.”
Paul, knowing that we have all been trying to lose a few pounds, said, “Better not do it. It’s too late at night. Just drink a glass of water instead.”
Cheryl said: “That’s coming from the guy who is sitting by an empty can of Dr. Pepper and a jar of icing he’s been eating straight out of!”
(Note: turned out, he lost 5 pounds last week, while I gained one. What a creep!;-)
I was walking through the house Sunday afternoon, rehearsing a poem I was going to quote in the sermon that evening:
“I walked a mile with pleasure; she chatted all the way
But left me none the wiser, for all she had to say …”.
Michael interrupted to quip: “That’s not the story of you and Mom walking is it?”
WORKOUT OR TORTURE?
Well, after I went to the gym a couple of times with Paul, our whole family started going — ALL of us: Cheryl, Michael, Paul & myself. It was kind of a surprising turn of events, knowing all of our personalities, but it really went well, all told. It was a great family time — I would recommend that families work out together; there is a good fellowship in it. But at one point, looking suspiciously at a particularly menacing machine, Cheryl muttered: “That thing looks like something they would have used at a Nazi concentration camp!”
NEW CHURCH NAME?
One of Josh & Libby’s most important tasks since they have moved to seminary in North Carolina is to look for a new church home. One of their first weeks there, Libby and baby had to stay home, but Josh went to a church popular with a lot of young people in the area, by the name of “Imago Dei” (Latin for “Image of God”). Cheryl, attempting to tell me about it later, struggled with the name. She said, “Josh went to this new church last Sunday, ‘Amigo Dago’ or something like that.” (Unbeknownst to her, “Amigo” means “friend” in Spanish; “Dago”, the dictionary tells us, is a derogatory term for a person of Italian or Spanish origin.)
I chuckled nervously: “I don’t think that’s the name of it!”
Monday, Cheryl & I went out for the two-mile walk we usually take in the morning. Michael had decided the night before that he wanted to get up a little earlier since he was starting school, so he could finish his work sooner. He did indeed get up while we were gone, and when we came back Cheryl asked him if he had eaten breakfast already.
“No,” he said, adding: “I thought you guys might have gone out to get me a special back-to-school breakfast or something.”
Well, of course parental guilt and angst ensued — and I ended up running to McDonalds to get him the pancakes he wanted!
I don’t know how Michael is doing in his studies so far, but I’d give him an “A” in perfecting the art of parental manipulation here at “The Little Condo”!