We were watching the UT women's soccer team on TV the other night, and the camera focused on some critter slinking around in an empty section of stands across the way. In a bit it became clear that the critter was a fox, foraging for whatever fan-food might have been dropped in the stadium. The commentator evidently had seen this before and said, "They only come out at night but there's our friend the fox."
I understand that the specie has adapted to civilization quite nicely - we see them from time-to-time in our area - but there is substantial undeveloped acreage near us. The UT soccer stadium is nestled in between busy IH-35 and the DKR-Memorial Stadium, hardly a suburban area.
Speaking of watching TV, Time Warner kindly posts the telephone caller-ID on the screen whenever we get a phone call. The other evening, the phone rang and the little box popped up with the word "GOD" and a phone number! After a moment, we saw that it was actually "GAD" so we that took the pressure off. I'm pretty sure if God called us, we would want to pick up.
We went to a memorial service Saturday at a little church where the seating was in the style of an open room with movable chairs. Scattered around the room were several comfortable-looking rocking chairs and that struck me as a great idea. Even better would be some recliners, but they would probably need to be equipped with electrical lifts. And anti-snoring devices.
And our congregation began the introduction of a 20-year Vision with a video of various members, young and old, holding placards of how old they would be in 20 years and then they flipped them over to show what they envisioned they would be doing at that age. The placards ranged from age 22 and "I want to color" to a couple who would be in their late 60's and "Want to be with him/her." But the really outstanding placard was held by our beloved Miss Betty, whose age would be 108 and she wanted to be "Singing with the Angels."
And she will be.
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