For Wilshire Baptist Church
It’s an ugly season at our house — in our back yard, to be more specific. Looking out the back windows, everything is a dull shade of brownish-gray. The flowerbeds are full of the dry remains of last year’s blooms, while weeds and wild grasses that are immune to the cold are taking over. Even the pea gravel path that divides the main beds is beginning to disappear from view under a layer of creeping, mossy weeds.
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The Winter Olympics are on and the only thing flying faster and higher than the skiers and skaters is the hyperbole to describe their amazing feats.
I love the Winter Olympics, probably more than the summer games, but I do tire of some of the broadcasting daredevilry that peppers the performances. Everything is “incredible” and “amazing” and “unbelievable” and “unprecedented” and “unparalleled” all the way up to “the greatest of all time – the GOAT.”
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Next week I’m having some work done on my right shoulder. A bone spur has torn a tendon and it needs to be fixed. I’ll be in a sling during recovery so I’ve begun practicing for life as a lefty for the next six weeks or so.
I already know there are a few things I actually do fine with my left hand. I’m a natural righty like 90 percent of the population, but I tend to drive with my left hand on the steering wheel and my right hand on my thigh. There are some other tasks I can do as a lefty; I’m a switch hitter with a broom and a shovel, a hairbrush and fingernail clippers, a door handle and a light switch. But eating – that may be the biggest challenge; drinking too and especially hot coffee. I don’t want to end up in the emergency room because I fumbled my hot brew.
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