20180110-1158. Happy day to you!
Let’s see. Waiting inside car while my parents talk to Patty, who is retiring.
They’re giving her Ruby’s Xmas gift to us from Costco, a wooden chopping board with Vacaville fruits and nuts. We already have six cutting wooden boards of various sizes.
So far the weather has been mostly cloudy and cold but not biting, and traffic has been good as I traveled eighty miles per hour to make time for them to talk.
I guess we’ll miss today’s noontime mass despite traveling in twenty minutes from San Jose to Sunnyvale.
I guess we’ll have lunch today before my CPAP followup appointment at 1400 pm with VMC, which is for under privileged folks like moi.
I guess we’ll shop for Dad’s bananas at the DeCA located inside our local airfield. We missed the store exchanges for clothes, home and gardening. (Nope, we shopped at a local farmer’s market. And it’s a better deal.)
Yup, and I’m still under and unemployed. So while I’m stuck at home, I’m also participating in that ‘volunteer singing society’ that holds choir rehearsals every Monday evening at a Presbyterian Church, which means they are Protestants and prefer the hope of the resurrection.
So while I’m supposed to be a practicing Catholic since being baptized within one year or birth, Meistro whoever has given a lecture of looking things up on Google, especially the ‘cult of the cross’.
This means that the Lutherans and Protestants don’t dwell on the death and sacrificial offerings of the Lamb of God. In other words, they are thankful you’ve given up yourself for humanity but they look forward to the hope beyond the grave.
So I’m trying to be opened minded and forgiving that there are too many religious cults, err, organizations that try to persuade humanz into belief whatnots and whatever.
I’ll just try one semester. But Mom insist that I get a life and do something for myself. Yup. Yuck.