Sunday

Sunday was a nice day. Went to church and Albert preached about Jonah. I feel sorry for Jonah and so was slightly depressed. I'm odd. After that we went to the in-laws. Paul appears to be doing quite a bit better. He gets his staples out on Thursday. It looked to us that he is doing better now than before the surgery. Of course, he is on medication so that may be the medication talking. My MIL, Jane, finally showed up. She works all the time and wouldn't have it any other way. I think she does this to avoid me since I'm her least favorite SIL. I am, of course, terribly hurt by this but have accepted this as my lot in life.

Went back to church where Patrick and Nellie weren't so good. After church we stayed around a bit and Albert and Della invited us over for cookies and ice cream. I was supremely nervous and when I get nervous I chatter like a 14 year old girl. So sorry for that guys! I really enjoyed talking to Gene Turner (Della's dad). He is from Southwest Missouri (around Granby) and knew my family quite well. He is the only non-family member that I've met that knew both of my grandpa's. This is quite a trick as my Dad's father died in 1951 (I think. Dad was 11). Mom's father wasn't in the church. He was sorta opposite. I say sorta because he was more attached to the church than he let on. He talked a big game but didn't mean half of what he said. He passed this gene down to his grandson.

We found out this weekend that Stubby has a girlfriend. She is way out of his league though as she is a German Shepard while Stubby is a miniature rat terrier who is also about 10-11 years old. Apparently the dog is Steve and Lavonna Schaper's dog and their son (Joel? I'm not sure. The one who is still at home) was telling us about it. This explains his erratic behavior that is getting on my nerves.

The weekend was ruined however by Monday showing up. Back to the grind.

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