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BeesHornets!

Hornets(Apparently these are hornets. As a Damascus High School graduate I feel I should have known that.)

Psa. 118.12

They surrounded me like bees;
they blazed like a fire of thorns;
in the name of the LORD I cut them off!

(Proving anyone can ignore context.)

This Labor Day I have been doing a bit of the L word myself, helping to clean the house, run errands, and trim the hedges. And that is when I found the bees nest. Actually, I only found them after I had mostly finished the boxwood hedge. I had just begun leveling off the top when I thought I had been hit by a bit of flying flora. A moment (and 4 stings) later I realized I had hit a bees nest. Fortunately I am not allergic, but I do believe that many stings is starting to have a soporific effect on me.

Good night.

 

Photo: Roller Coaster

I hate ‘em. Well, not really, I just am not a huge fan. I did ride the Comet at Hershey Park yesterday though. We took the staff for a day out. It was a lot of fun and less divisive than playing “nail the boss with paintball.”
The Comet
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Update – No Update

Well I now have a power adapter but it is late and we have to be up at 4:30 am for our flight. I will get more up tomorrow (I realize you are waiting anxiously for my updates and devotional), in the meantime, this is a picture of some of the boats at the St. Petersburg marina.
St. Petersburg Marina

 

Saying goodbye to coffee

One of the “benefits” of having a 24 hour stomach flu that lasted 72 hours is that I finally have the fortitude to try and wean myself from coffee. (“Cold turkey” anyone?) I usually have a very large mug of the dark and rich in the morning and another in the afternoon and I have found that it just is too much for the old system. So why not just cut it out of the diet? HEADACHES Ever had a migraine? That is what you get when you go cold turkey from coffee after 15 years of steady consumption. As my psychiatrist friend told me, some addictions are acceptable (and even mildly therapeutic).

But not being able to consume anything meant an enforced fast. So upon emerging from this desert I decided to take the opportunity to step back from the beans of the devil. (And for the record, that dreck that Chris Tilling orders at Starbucks is not coffee. Chris, when the caramel, cream, foam, and sugar out weighs the coffee by 14 oz. then it is no longer “coffee.”)

So I am down to a mere 1/4 cup of coffee in the morning and no more throughout the day! I spend most of the day asleep, but I am almost free!

 

Sick to…

…well, not death, but it felt like it. The Little Man woke up in the middle of the night Saturday with a stomach bug and it has now worked its way through the fam, with Dad being the latest (and hopefully the last!). So, no posts from the sick bed and now I have too much work to catch up on, but hopefully something later this weekend.