Bible Quiz

As did Annie, Ken, Pete, and David - I also took the challenge. Here's their answer:

You know the Bible 100%!

Wow! You are awesome! You are a true Biblical scholar, not just a hearer but a personal reader! The books, the characters, the events, the verses - you know it all! You are fantastic!

Ken credits Handel for his 100%. I guess as a Seminary grad I had better scored high. I remember answering a question to identify various OT people on the final in Old Testament that the guy whose donkey spoke as "He road a smart ass." No response from the Prof, but I did pass the course.

Fuel Prices

I filled up my 2005 Honda Accord the other day at COSTCO at $1.949 per gallon. Lacking little else to do this evening I looked at some notes about vacation travels in the recent and not so recent past. First was a trip to Cacapon State Park in eastern West Virginia the summer of 1993. We put 5763 miles on our 1987 Honda and paid an average of $1.16 per gallon for gasoline. In the summer of 2005 we drove 5656 miles in an almost new '05 Honda and paid an average of 2.223 per gallon. At least the price has come down from 2 1/2 years ago, but it is a long way from cheap - as least what we citizens would tend to think of as cheap.

It has been a fairly busy day for a change. A 9 a.m. Church Endowment Committee, a noon Seniors Lunch at the Church, the class I am auditing this semester from 3-5 pm, a quick visit to a funeral home to visit with long time friends at the death of their mother, and the annual Candle Light dinner at Rocky Mountain College in celebration of the first meal on campus when someone forgot to turn on the electricity so the students as cold meat and potatoes by candlelight. It is celebrated every year in late January and is probably the only time students get to sing the Alma Mater - "Rocky Mountain we all love thee, Alma Mater of the West. We raise our cry to glorify the College we love best."

It's now been over 12 years since I retired, but this Dinner is always a chance to greet friends of yore. (None of us are "old friends")

Please address me as:

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: The Most Honourable Jim the Inchoate of Chignall Duntisbourne Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

Tag, You're It

Thursday January 18, 2007
I've Been Tagged!

Philippa tagged me with this: Seven Things.

1. Name a book that you want to share so much that you keep giving away copies:
“Tuesdays with Morrie” by Mitch Albon - if I had them. I refuse to give my only copy: or even lend it.

2. Name a piece of music that changed the way you listen to music: Overture to 1812

3. Name a film you can watch again and again without fatigue: Not a movie goer.

4. Name a performer for whom you suspend of all disbelief: Judi Dench

5. Name a work of art you’d like to live with:

Michelangelo's The Pieta. Having seen this piece of work in real life, it is nothing short of miraculous in its beauty.
It works for me. I saw it many years ago at St. Pats in NYC

6. Name a work of fiction which has penetrated your real life:
The Da Vinci Code - It’s fiction. Let it rest.

7. Name a punch line that always makes you laugh: I laugh a lot.

Heart Surgery

Last night David Letterman was bragging about how he had survived 7 years since major by-pass surgery on his heart. It seemed to me that 7 years wasn't really that long. I had my first go-round of by-pass in the summer of 1973 - seven years. It was done again in October 1980. I thought at the time that 7 years wasn't very long. The second procedure did well for past over 25 years. I did have a couple of stents put in last September as a result of some pressure and angina. The symptoms at the time were not life threatening, but it seemed wise to the cardiologist to do something. So far - so good. I look forward to many more years with family and friends.

Snow Day

Well, it was only 5 inches here in Billings. We all went to school anyway. Even I, myself, went to the class I am auditing at Rocky Mountain College. It is sponsored by the Institute for Peace Studies of which I am a Board member and Secretary. The lecture today was entitled "Whose Tomorrow" and dealt with problems in the past such as the Great Depression and what was done in the face of despair and controversy to make sure that there would be a "tomorrow". Now, what is to be done to assure the people of Iraq that they may have a tomorrow?

The title of this muse has to do with the fact that one of our 4 major high schools has had to cancel classes today and on Friday because of a busted water main that flooded the boiler room and other areas of Skyview High. And these days are traditional end of semester test days. Oh well. Somebody will figure it out. I don't have to.

How about that? I checked the spelling and the only word highlighted was "skyview". Spellcheck wanted to hyphenate it. As if I know how to spell - hyphenate.

What a week!

Well, not quite a week yet. It is only Wednesday. Pete and I watched the Championship Bowl game Monday night. Even tho' it was the so-called top two college teams in the nation I found that I was actually bored. Nothing has really lived up to the Fiesta Bowl with Boise State's last second comebacks both in the 4th quarter and in overtime. Of course there was Romo's faux pas when the Cowboys got beat at the end of the game because of a failed field goal. (Try saying that real fast.)

I did watch our President tonight. The most exciting part of this night was when I finally got out of my chair and found that the ground outside had turned white. And I've spent way to much time trying to get my picture back on this page that Google has really screwed up for us "Blogspotters". And my MAC doesn't want to deal with Picasa at all.

At least maybe the cold for the balance of the week will slow down the Lilac bush from bursting forth with leaves.

JT

Funerals

This has been an interesting week-end. I've spent an inordinate amount of time in front of the TV watching the loading and unloading of a casket and observing the scenery around DC and Grand Rapids, MI - and in listening to the eulogies for Jerry Ford by various dignitaries. As I have remarked to some friends, as much as I dislike Dick Cheney and Don Rumsfield I have gained a new appreciation of them as they delivered their remarks about their friend. And I have gained an appreciation of President Ford which I did not really have during the time he was in office. I have felt that Betty Ford has to be a very strong woman as she has seemed to bear up under the multiple services at the Rotunda, the National Cathedral and the final service today in Grand Rapids. But, then, I was myself married to a strong woman named Betty. And I have, of course, thought often of her these last few days. Actually, these services have had their own healing benefit.

And, of course, I've spent a lot of time this week-end watching professional and college football. West Virgina won, and the Fiesta game with Boise State was not to be missed. Those last second come-backs are what makes the game interesting.

-J-

I saw Mama kissing Santa Claus

I was serving as Interim Pastor at the First Baptist Church in Billings, MT, and the Choir Director and Organist were producing a Christmas play of sorts with the members of the Children's Choir. That was in December 1999. I was playing Santa Claus. What else is Santa to do when Mama shows up under the Christmas Tree? And, besides that, she was always ready for a kiss. And so was I.

I was stitting in Church Christmas Eve when a young lady came up behind me to wish me a Merry Christmas and then said that she had a picture for me. When she brought it back I was easily reminded of that happening - and one of the last things I remember her saying to me a year ago while she was in the hospital. At the end of a visitation I always kissed her with the promise to be back. Just a day or two before she died she said with some force: "Do you call that a kiss?" And then we did it right. Last year at the traditional New Year's Eve gathering at brother John's I clearly recall my feelings of loss. There was no one there for me to hug and kiss and wish a Happy New Year.

Real Money

Ever since the headlines declared that W would be asking the Congress for another 99 BILLION for the so-called war in Iraq an old phrase has been going through my mind. At first I was attributing it to Arthur Vandeberg late of the US Senate, but after a bit of research I find that it was allegedly a quote by Edward Dirksen, Senator from Illinois. "A billion here and a billion there and pretty soon you are talking about real money." Further search states that Dirksen never said it, but someone quoted him as the source. He told one reporter that he never remembered saying it, but that is sounded so good he never bothered denying it. Regardless of where the phrase came from it certainly rings true in ths time of Republican "rule". One can only trust that the incoming Congress will be much more judicious in spending my money.

It's Expensive

So much for the idea of possibly getting a new computer when Apple finally comes up with its new OS. The Water Heater developed a leak over the week-end and needed to be replaced. Since I didn't have any idea of where to turn off the water at the heater I turned off the water at the central valve. It is amazaing how much one depends on having a ready supply of water, not necessarily "hot" water. Being without leaves on in "hot water" with the dishes and dirty clothes piling up. I checked prices Sunday at Sears, Lowe's, and Home Depot and after talking with Pete about a friend of his who might get us a discount, I went with Home Deport with the promise of prompt installation. We did get lucky there. Monday morning the company who does their installation had a cancellation and I was able to contract the installation for Monday afternoon. Job accomplished with all of the required safety updates. The old heater was put in probably 18-20 years ago after a major leak with a flooded basement. This time the leak was a slow one and not much of a problem cleaning up. I guess that the thought of this kind of thing happening had been on my mind for sometime since the heater was getting along in years. My own joint fluids are giving me trouble as I get along in years. The final cost will be in the neighborhood of $800. So much for a new computer anytime soon.

Prsidential Liars

The other day I began to wonder what it is about the U.S. Presidency that causes the office holder to become a liar - at least a mis-informer. W has almost begun to tell the truth about Iraq after leading us into that mess with lies about WMD's. Bill Clinton became well known for his statement "I did not have sex with that woman." Southern boy believes that "sex" is coitus and not fellatio. Regan kept us in the dark about the Iran-Contra affair as long as he could. Even Eisenhower lied to the Russians about the over-flight of spy planes until one was brought down over Soviet territory. Do you suppose that we will every be able to elect a thoroughly honest person as President? Not that many of us ordinary citizens would meet that standard.

God's timing

Today is the one year anniversary of Betty's death. I keep wanting to say things like "passing", but let's face it, it was death. I had a giant poinsettia put on the Baptistry opening at Church in memory, and numerous of her friends commented on how beautiful is was and how they missed her. The Pastor spoke on the birth of John (the Baptist) and of how God acts in His own good time and not always in ways we understand. It made me think of Betty's sentence to me when I came home from Church a year ago: "Take me to the Clinic." She had not gone that day nor two or three Sunday's prior. I just thought she was having trouble with her leg and the ortho she had been wearing. The diagnosis that day was - leukemia. Room was made for her on the Cancer Ward and we made the decision to begin treatment. Little did I suspect that she had probably been developing this condition over a period of time. The 80th Birthday Celebration in early October did not portend such a problem. All of our Children were with us along with a number of grandchildren and brother John's family. Those from out of town had long since gone home. My perception of the Hospitalization changed today. What if she had died at home? We would have been pretty much alone,. As it was when she went into the Hospital the children began to come back - this time with spouses and grandchildren. A rich time of visitation went on for two weeks and when death came she was surrounded with family. God's timing was right. And there is at least some comfort in knowing that she did not die alone. The tears do not come as often as they once did, but the heart still feels its loss. TIME magazines recent article on the death of the spouse said that where there is true love over many years that grief is not as devastating. My own experience would attest to that, but I now know what Jake Otto meant when he told me time and again long after his wife had died: "I still miss her."

God

46 years ago I wrote the following poem. I didn't plan it or give it a lot of thought. It was one of those things that just "came to me". Today I shared it with my senior citizen friends at Church at our fairly regular last Thusday luncheon.

Advent I

GOD
Enmanned,
Is often more than I
can understand.
And, yet at Christmas
time each year the
beauty and the wonder
of His birth ignites
my heart and in that
Holy fire, once more,
I am a child myself
and do believe the
Mystery -- Emmanual!!
God with us!

JRT 11/29/1964

One More Tme

See below. I'm still learning this stuff.The guys are Caleb, Lukas and Zackary.

Readers All

I looked forward with some trepidtion to the anticipated visit of three young grandsons who were coming to visit the week of Thanksgiving. Life has been pretty quiet around here since this time last year while Betty was in the hospital and I was pretty much livng alone. Nothing to fear. As you can see they have been good citizens. Reading much of the time and helping their Uncle Pete clean up the leaves from the apple tree in the back yard. Caleb even produced his famous pasta dish for supper one night. Now they are out with their parents for lunch with an old college buddy of their Dad.

Now I'm looking for forward to Jimmy's family coming in tonight and Annie and family tomorrow. We'll have 19 for Thanksgiving Dinner.

Happy Thanksgiving to all.

Turkey Day 2006

Last year we had Thanksgiving dinner at my brother John's house with Jean and many of the family. My dear Betty kind of looked forward to that gathering, but she was in the hospital with advanced leukemia and died on Dec. 3rd. Son Jimmy was with us with his family from North Dakota and he died in August after a long battle with lung cancer. (A non-smoker.) This year I am blessed with the gathering and look forward to Jim's family along with 4 of my remaining 6 children and the families of those who are married: Annie and Bill from Ashland, MT with Andrew and Willie with Karyn and their three sons from Portland . Also Ken in from Helena and Pete who is now living with me. John and Jean will be represented with Mark and Rosanna and his son, Ambrose.

This past week while watching the food channel on how to deal with the Turkey I noticed the use of a meat thermometer which can be inserted in the meat and the "read-out" on the outside of the oven. So today I went shopping and got one. That means I won't have to be opening the grill and letting out the heat from time to time. Yes, that's right. I said "grill". Two years ago I cooked the bird outside while the oven was used for other preparations, and it was well received. With 19 people expected - mostly adults - I have a 23 pound turkey not thawing in the fridge. I've read that it takes 24 hours per 5 lbs for the bird to thaw,. That means it should be ready for preparation on Wednesday and then to the grill on Thursday while the visiting ladies take their turn in the kitchen. It should be a glorious reunion with a touch of sadness.

Peace!

OOPS!

Yesterday I tried to share a list of things I have done in life. The idea first came from a blogging neice. Unfortnately the items which I had bold faced on my original list did not show up as BF in the blog. So - it has been deleted.

Another problem in my life has arisen. My MasterCard account has been delivered to Bank of America and I cannot any longer access it. That means I'll have to be sure to send them a check when the statement comes. AND the card will no longer be used. I certainly do not like the games some of these outfits play.

j curmudge

Genetics at work

So much for IQ tests. Three of my children have taken the test spoken of below, and all three have higher scores than mine. The all have that extra X Chromozone from thier Mom. I was particulary taken with the notice that the daughter scored well in the Math area since her mother was a Math student in college.

IQ Tests

Yesterday as I read some familiar comics in the Houston Chronicle I noticed a tag that promised a FREE IQ score. I went to it and it was page after page. When I got to the familiar pictures and which one came next, etc. I went quickly and got it over with. That only partially explains the results which are:


Your IQ score is:
You scored 118 on Tickle's IQ test.

There's more to intelligence than a single number, a single score or a single label. Tickle uses four distinguishable Intelligence Scales in the Ultimate IQ Test. By analyzing your individual scores on those four scales, we are able to look beyond the raw IQ score into how you process information and thereby determine your Intellectual Type.
How do you relate to other IQ test takers?

Your Intellectual Type Is: Word Warrior
You are equipped with a verbal arsenal that enables you to understand complex issues and communicate on a particularly high level. These talents make you a Word Warrior.

Whether or not you recognize it, your vocabulary is your strongest suit—use it whenever you can. Since your command of words is so great, you are also a terrific communicator — able to articulate big ideas to just about anyone. Your wordsmithing prowess will also help in artistic and creative pursuits. The power of words translates to fresh ideas off paper too. Since you have so many words at your disposal, you are in a unique position to describe things in an original way, as well as see the future in your mind's eye. In short, your strengths allow you to be a visionary — able to extrapolate and come up with a multitude of fresh ideas. And you are in good company — bask in the brilliance of Word Warriors who have walked before you. William Shakespeare let loose the power of his pen. His ability to articulate the most subtle nuances of human nature and to create colorful characters are why his stories still have a major impact — even 400 years after he first wrote them. Whether you put pen to paper or use your understanding of the words around you to come up with creative approaches to problems, your potential as a Word Warrior is terrific.