Genesis 21 (Late Nights are Killers)

I really enjoy Sunday nights.
They can be tricky and busy.
But I love 'em.
Church finishes and then tea is either a nice collection of cheese platters or toasted sandwiches or something quick with friends.
We relax, play cards, talk, have coffee, talk, eat cake, talk, laugh, talk and then....
it's so late.
Gotta go to work tomorrow.
Good night.
Good bye.
Jump into bed.
Sleep.
Done.
But I've got a blog to write.
Oh why didn't I do it this afternoon when I had time.
Because I was having fun and relaxing and tying flies and I didn't want to stop and then time got away and I had other stuff to do and now I wish I didn't and what am I going to do becase I know I need to do my blog because I don't want to miss a day and there's so much to clean up and I'm really really tired and oh I wish I did it this afternoon but I didn't and other people are doing blogs that are so much better and have good stuff in and mine is so blah and I can't think right now and why did I start and now its late and I want to go to bed and Donna wants to go to bed and now we're talking and I still have to blog and my eyes are seeing dots and I keep hitting the wrong keys so it's taking longer and I don't want to rush but I am and aaaaaahhhhhhhhh.
That's all I recall anyway.
I think I missed some punctuation.

I got over it.
I'm good like that.

Genesis 21
I get the feeling that Hagar and Ishmael outstayed their welcome in Abraham's household.
Their position became diminished by their attitude towards first Sarah then Isaac.
God still fulfills his promise through Ishmael.
But life got hard early for them.
Banished.
Nearly died.
Saved by God's hand.
Father a nation.

It's important to not take any relationship (professional but particularly social/family) we have lightly.
Our attitude towards those around us needs to be positive and show respect.
If we become condescending with our remarks,
if we react as others do and not show self control,
if we can't harness the emotions that flow freely through us,
if our words cut down rather than lift up
then we run a similar risk.
We may find ourselves shunned, alone and grow bitter.
That's a bad desert to be in.


There's a smell in our bathroom that won't go away.
I think something is dead in our roof.
Donna wants me to look at it.
I'm hoping the smell will just stop.
I'll probably look tomorrow.
Or Tuesday.
I hope Donna won't read this blog.
I should stop thinking now and go to bed.
Too late.
I may be dead tomorrow.
From the thing that smells.
Or Donna.
I hope not.
That could be bad.