Good morning. The last time I wrote the update was middle of January. And it seems like evenings often find me doing other things than writing lengthy email like this one. Like looking up Facebook and reading interesting tidbits. Some of my friends apparently forget that I hardly have time to read their emails, especially one sure forward me so much at one time which is often daily than not, that I decided to make special folder for all his emails since he rarely send anything of urgent importance. Even I knew that, I still check that folder to see if there is any which I should be reading now. And then when I have time, I would relax and then read all emails. I won't be surprised if they are much of forwards that someone happened across an interesting tidbits off Internet.
I'm bit unwell this morning. I'm not sure what's causing my head to be hot. Was it because I had too much food last night and no pills to recompense it? Or was it because my body is missing some Superfood that I had been taking for a long time? Whatever the case, I hope it won't mean upcoming sinus or flu. I don't enjoy the discomfort of those illness, but of course, enjoying eating what I always eat can affect my health and splurging a bit on fudge beside. Bummer.
The last I wrote I spoke of planning to go to Ohio that weekend. We did, and it went so well. I met Cameron Martin there, a friend of my friend. I recall the slogan I came across few years ago; a friend of my friend is my friend. It's specially true in this case. Perky and bouncy Cameron had me under his little finger in no time. So willing to interpret messages for me at Messiah Bible School and had me feeling at ease to browse the dorm full of strangers. I'm thankful to meet him, a friend and an interpreter of my Canadian friend, Edward Burkholder. He interpret fairly well...in Signing Exact English. He can express facially well too. And to make my world smaller, I met friends that remember me from many years ago, like my trip to Dominican Republic over my 16th birthday. Plus those remember me being their brother's friend or classmate from MBS!
While at MBS, I got an email from my second cousin, Durrel Eby, notifying me that he got his own personal email. I was excited to find that his email is Gmail! And he did attended MBS with me years ago. I guess I'm Google fan so much that I was went ecatastic when my friends get Gmail. The biggest reason is that I can then chat with them and get my chat history saved in my Gmail account. No matter where I'm online, blackberry or computer, my chat history will be saved. Now AIM is integrated into Gmail and that chat history would be saved as well, but only if I'm in Gmail, not blackberry or anywhere else. But what I do is if I chat online on my blackberry, then I email the chat history to myself then that history get saved into my account. That would do--for now.
I fail to mention about the renovation that is going on around here at my work. They are hoping to get better system, a better washer and longer dryer, so we would have less losses. They took down the wall that divides the primer booth from the warehouse. Not much more done yet other than moving the the burners outside. I'm kind of looking forward to time when they would be all done. They assumed it may be 3 months till completion.
After MBS, we went to Rachel Raber's house. We had a lively discussion about subject that interest all of us. Since CDI had videos from Personality Insights and since Janet and I read the book of same subject, we sure enjoy talking about ourselves and each other. Rachel talked about handwriting analyst, and I have heard of that before. We had good time visiting for that Sunday afternoon. And I gained few new thoughts.
We got home safe but late that night. I didn't get home until 1 AM the next morning but was surprised that I didn't feel groggy that day at work. I went to bed good and early that evening so I was feeling fine rest of the week.
The following weekend find me in Fulton Opera House, enjoying the play: Bus Stop. I ran in a bit late because of Paul. It sure wasn't easy to trying to make life easier for everyone when you have your own life to consider. But thankfully, everything ends well that day.
First weekend of February. I felt bit too restraining because I want to see that store near Philly and Leon and Amy want to see me that evening. Wait is not the quality they prize, so I decided to try to find time to go to that store.
That was Friday evening. Perhaps God have the reason to allow Leon and Amy to take away my evening because it was raining winter. Never know that somewhere between here and Philly may have some ice spots that may send my car spinning.
Saturday finds me all day with Paula and Lisa B. I felt honored that they want to have me dressed according to the style they prefer to see me in. I even went on and got new outfit of my pick.
From now on, I should buy one outfit at a time, so I won't have many of shirts. I still have more shirts than pants, so I would have to buy pants, one at a time. Some shirts were given to me, so that isn't surprising.
Saturday evening finds me enjoying illusions at Manor Church. Kym is a good interpreter and we all were enthralled by magician's tricks on our eyes. He really had a good point when it come to eggs. We saw how he stuffed the black handichief in his fist and then show us the egg, making it look like that handichief turned into an egg. Then he showed us the hole where the
handichief got in. He talked about emptiness without Christ. Then suddenly he talked about fullness with Christ and squashed an egg into a bowl showing white and yolk. The magician's skills are excellent. Then we had ice cream afterwards and had nice time visiting.
Sunday had me at Martindale Mennonite Church and Luke Martin, whose brother is deaf, preached. It was good to hear his preaching, and then we had nice time fellowshiping over a good meal that noon.
I just now got a reply from a friend who I met through my Writer's Workshop by email years ago. She replied to my Christmas letter and she is very positive and cautious. I was glad to hear from her. I sure wonder how old she is, but it sounds like she is past 50 or maybe even 60.
I'm working after my mid-afternoon break. I'm puzzled why we quit early on Monday and then we had to work thru mis-afternoon break today. It don't really make sense to me, and it kind of nettles me. I must have enough "C" personality that had to have everything orderly. Or was it my sister's fault that I turn out like that? Whatever the case, I'm glad I'm like this because studies show that orderly people tend to have positive chance in life than those who live by default.
Wow, it is so nice to see that I can do well on my blackberry writing out this update. So I wonder if there is a way I can put group emails in my addressbook. Since Andy write email to me occasionally, I figured he would enjoy reading my emails. He is deaf and blind, so I am sure he would enjoy something extra to read. And I also decided to include Jean Pichiya from Tennessee, as she mentions I could do some proof-reading for her. I would enjoy that job, although my criticism wouldn't count very well in Christian Light Publications, but at least she could get a feedback from other reader. And I figured she would enjoy reading my updates too. I decided to secretly remove Lisa Ciccarelli from my newsletter list, because I felt I am too exposed to her. She ask drilling questions, or so I felt. I am sure she has no evil intentions, and I can tell she is much like my sister, Susan. With "D" in their personality, they tend to ask questions that I, with my "S" personality, HAD to answer NOW, not later when I feel more comfortable to share. After all, if Lisa would read my notes in my Facebook, she would read this too; but she is not Facebook addict like I am, so I have no fear of her finding out. (Note: those who don't understand what I mean in personalities can look at
www.personalityinsights.com or read the book, "Who Do You Think You Are....Anyway?")
Sent wirelessly (Most of this is done on Blackberry)
