April 11th, 2020

in the devil sin began as self-exaltation and pride

It is 11:40 AM Saturday morning here in West Michigan. A cold overcast day today. It is predicted to rain this evening and tomorrow. We will enjoy the sunshine while it is here. Tomorrow maybe the sun will be gone.

I got up this morning around 6:44 AM. When I got up Carol was visible in our living room. She had gotten up this morning around 4 o'clock AM. So I got up got a bottle of cold water and sat in silence till I woke up to existence during the plague. "World Health Organization said it had been 100 days since the group was notified about the first confirmed cases of the coronavirus".

After I woke up I got a cup of coffee and messed with our main computer. After messing with our computer I had breakfast and then wrote in my paper diary. This morning I have been reading for worship from a book titled, 'The Wonderful Works Of God' by Herman Bavinck. Not much else to report this morning. I have no plans for the rest of the day. It looks like a normal day for us today. Tomorrow is Resurrection Sunday.

Yesterday I received in the mail a used book I had ordered titled, 'Yours in Truth: A Personal Portrait of Ben Bradlee, Legendary Editor of The Washington Post' biography by Jeff Himmelman. I read this biography last night on Ben Bradlee and watched some television with Carol. Next month May 19, 2020 Carol and I will celebrate 41 years of being married/our 41st Wedding Anniversary. It seems just yesterday when we got married. Life goes by so quickly! When day you are newly married and the next day you are old and waiting for a plague to take you off to heaven.

Well not much else to report so I will close to drift through the day. Carol plans to go down the street and have a Easter Egg hunt for Cora and Josie Joy. This morning Emily came by with the girls to deliver to us some crescent buns. Josie told us the buns were an Easter present.

I will close.

american golden finch
  • Current Mood
    stressed stressed

Crosby, Stills & Nash-Wooden Ships (Remastered)



If you smile at me, I will understand
'Cause that is something
Everybody everywhere does in the same language

I can see by your coat, my friend
You're from the other side
There's just one thing I got to know
Can you tell me please, who won?

Say, can I have some of your purple berries?
Yes, I've been eating them for six or seven weeks now
Haven't got sick once
Probably keep us both alive

Wooden ships on the water, very free and easy
Easy, you know the way it's supposed to be
Silver people on the shoreline, let us be
Talkin' 'bout very free and easy

Horror grips us as we watch you die
All we can do is echo your anguished cries
Stare as all human feelings die
We are leaving, you don't need us

Go, take your sister then, by the hand
Lead her away from this foreign land
Far away, where we might laugh again
We are leaving, you don't need us

And it's a fair wind blowin' warm
Out of the south over my shoulder
Guess I'll set a course and go
  • Current Mood
    stressed stressed

Paul Kantner & Jefferson Starship - Let's Go Together



Wherever I go there's always Pooh
There's always the Pooh and me
And whatever I do he wants to do
And the Pooh and you and me together make three

Let's go together
Let's go together
Let's go together right now
Let's go together
Let's go together
Let's go together right now
Come on

Shall I go off and away to South America?
Shall I put out in my ships to the sea?
Or be in a cage where be lions and tigers??
Or shall I be on the knee?
Wave goodbye to Amerika
Say hello to the garden

So I see - I see the way you feel
And I know that your life is real
Pioneer searcher refugee
I follow you and you follow me

Let's go together
Let's go together
Let's go together right now
Let's go together
Let's go together
Let's go together right now
In an old starship
Let's go together
Let's go together right now
Let's go together
Let's go together
Let's go together right now
Together
Let's go together
Let's go together
Let's go together right now
Wave goodbye to Amerika
Say hello to the garden