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January 18th Friday

Flurries are light this morning, no accumulation is expected on the ground. It's cold in the house but I was not ready to venture outside to the basement to light the wood stove until about 10 o'clock. The dog roamed the neighborhood for about a half hour or so this morning, probably delighting in the neighbor's empty cat food cans. I think the dog has an identity problem. I know he is fed well and really does not need to raid trashcans, but some dogs just do. While I lit the stove the living room filled with smoke. Sometimes that happens as I try to load more wood in. Oh, to have modern convenience of a gas furnace.

Last night I did do an anagram from Agnes text of 1-17-08, which I reiterate: “The first person who made cheese couldn't have been trying to make it. It had to be a silly accident. So we will head to the kitchen and do silly things until we have an accident.”

The anagram, “Peter healed enough by sense of the divine entity's utility, “Tabitha arise”, Vickie knew once contact window changed to show them in, '...and a little child shall lead them'.”

I figured I should give at least one explanation here. Dorcas, for those without a dictionary or bible in front of them, was a Christian woman at Joppa who made clothing for the poor. Acts 9:36-41 explains the connection. I call this writing a nexus, because one thing leads to another. She was also known as Tabitha, which connects me via a great grandmother's name. She lived in a log house without modern conveniences too, so I guess I shouldn't complain, though she could at least put wood inside the house by the fireplace.

Ahhh, the sun came out to let me know He is still there. The “divine entity's utility...”

Makes you think, or at least it makes ME think, about what the Divine has in store for us. A little brighter still, burns the sun outside my window. Utility in a number of senses, I suppose, as we need the light and heat of the sun, but we also need the light of the son, which really defines the word, utility, “well-being or happiness that is conducive to the happiness and well-being of the greatest number.” Yeah, I'll second that. Jesus, son of God, is the Ultimate Utility Man. Peter did his fair share too, in raising people up, at least the Tabitha in Acts.

The sun has entirely broken through the clouds at this point.

“And a little child shall lead them.” That comes from Isaiah 11:6, where the entire verse reads, “The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, The leopard shall lie down with the young goat, The calf and the young lion and the fatling together; And a little child shall lead them.”

I have an unusual hobby in where I cut words from the newspapers or magazines and put them into sentences sometimes, and other times I make forms and cover them with the words. Realizing a picture is worth a thousand words...

and the bones behind it

I really do like the next day or so of Spot the Frog and Agnes.

Toons REALLY are cool.  A lot of the synchronicity occurs when I type a journal and the TV is on, often using the same words at the same time.Part of today’s Agnes was used for my anagram today:

“We start by removing anything with no cheesnicity.”

My anagram:

“We begin to answer the mighty synchronicity in a tv.”

Almost 4 PM 

Gray, wet, some flurries, cold...but I got out of the house a while...a ride in the back seat of a car. Went to Indy to see the Orthopedic surgeon with the beau today. They decided on putting in a big screw, plate and wires to hold things together; the surgery could be in a week or so. Long drive there and back for him with a broken hip. I busied myself with eye exercises and some chit chat with friend Rich, who drove us.

On the way to Indy, I got a few “signs” along the way, and will share a few. I told Rich about receiving the New Testament via mail from a well-wisher for the beau. We passed an Omega truck on the side of the road. I discussed the margin notes and told him about the Acts 10:1-2 reading, finding the word Italian, and then we passed a church along the highway named the Church of Acts.. He then told me that his wife had one of the same New Testament books, obviously these were passed out during the war, and it had belonged to her father, who was in Italy during the war (as a navigator). He said his wife got an email and a photo in the past week from her stepbrother who had a photo of her father and stepfather in the same photo, taken in Italy during the war. Apparently he found it in August but just got around to telling her this past week. Interesting timing, I thought. He said the stepfather was considering writing or had just written about being a pilot and he had some notes about it.. We passed a Pilot gas station. He said her stepfather's name was Russell, and a moment later we merged onto a different highway, behind a Russell truck. That's how things go. I notice the synchronistic embellishments in my life as I converse or think. It makes life much more fun. I did point out the Pilot and Omega sign to our friend as part of the conversation. He said something to the effect that one has to have their eyes open to see that many things. I told him I actually see much more than I let on.