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September 26th 2009 00:24
In July, I had a stroke which temperarily limits to my sensible writing. The doctor says that I will get my abilities back but will take some time. Please just read my stories until I get this temporarily seized problem.
Signed; Roger Harris
Beans
Once upon a time there lived a woman who had a maddening passion for baked beans. She loved them but unfortunately they had always had a very embarrassing and somewhat lively reaction to her. Then one day she met a guy and fell in love. When it became apparent that they would marry she thought to herself, "He is such a sweet and gentle man, he would never go for this carrying on."
So she made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans. Some months later her car broke down on the way home from work. Since she lived in the country she called her husband and told him that she would be late because she had to walk home. On her way she passed a small diner and the odour of the baked beans was more than she could stand. Since she still had miles to walk, she figured that she would walk off any ill effects by the time she reached home. So, she stopped at the diner and before she knew it, she had consumed three large orders of baked beans. All the way home she putt-putted. And upon arriving home she felt reasonably sure she could control it. Her husband seemed excited to see her and exclaimed delightedly, "Darling, I have a surprise for dinner tonight."
He then blindfolded her and led her to her chair at the table. She seated herself and just as he was about to remove the blindfold from his wife, the telephone rang. He made her promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned. He then went to answer the phone. The baked beans she had consumed were still affecting her and the pressure was becoming almost unbearable, so while her husband was out of the room she seized the opportunity, shifted her weight to one leg and let it go. It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of pulpwood mill. She took her napkin and fanned the air around her vigorously. Then, she shifted to the other cheek and ripped three more, which reminded her of cooked cabbage. Keeping her ears tuned to the conversation in the other room, she went on like this for another ten minutes. When the phone farewells signalled the end of her freedom, she fanned the air a few more times with her napkin, placed it on her lap and folded her hands upon it, smiling contentedly to herself. She was the picture of innocence when her husband returned, and apologising for taking so long, he asked her if she peeked, and she assured him that she had not.
At this point, he removed the blindfold, and she was surprised. There were twelve dinner guests seated around the table to wish her a "Happy Birthday"!
Now Simeon and Anna were living in Jerusalem. None had a home of sorts although they probably knew each other well having lived in the city to together. They were both very aged by this time.
They were both aged and possibility have learned a long time ago that their methods would have failed. Still, Simeon seemed to feel that that he will see the Lord Jesus before his day of death drew near.
When the day of the tenth day of the birth of Jesus should approach, the Spirit of the Lord guided the hand of Simeon to the couple and Jesus. Then, Simeon approached Mary and told her that the hands of Satan would be open her hands and the hands of Jesus.
I little later, the hand of the Lord appeared to Anna. She also appeared and thereupon she openly expressed the openness that appeared to Mary and Jesus.
These two expressions of joy at meeting Jesus and forgiving of sins through Jesus name would have in the expressions of lives.
These expressions of joy are expressed in Luke chapter two.
In 1990 the first successful trial run of the system which eventually became the World Wide Web was conducted. It would change our lives forever. Above is a photo of the first www setup.
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I seldom miss trade shows when they come to my favorite mall. Besides the products they are featuring, I enjoy looking at how well the displays are put together and how effective they are in arousing interest.
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I have been slow in writing more short stories for this blog. Forgive me for that, please.
However, I do have some articles on the Internet which may be of interest to readers of this particular blog. I wrote all of them and have sent them out for readers outside of Orble. I wonder, though, if my Orble readers may wish to see them. They are shorter than my short stories
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Most of us hate to get older. Still, in my mind, it is better than the alternative, which is to die younger. Look at some of your favorite people in BEFORE and AFTER shots.
Val Kilmer [ Click here to read more ]
“Mary, would you stop singing and help me with the cleaning.” It was Martha speaking to her younger sister.
“All right, Sis,” chimed the cheerful sister. She was three years younger than Martha, which entitled Martha to ownership of the humble house after their father had died. I am well able to work and sing at the same time, though.” She picked up a cloth for dusting the sand and dust from some shelves in the house as she more quietly went over the words in Psalm 75. Sometimes, as she was doing now, she changed some words in the Psalms to make it more personal. “Unto thee do I give thanks,” she began. [ Click here to read more ]
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Roger