Monday, August 19, 2013

     (See  below for Glade's post about today's excursion.)

     My expertise failed me tonight, and I could not find a way to post images that are not photos.  So I had to print the page from my journal, take a picture of it with my phone, and insert it as an image so the effect I wanted is lost.  However, it gives you a little idea of what I planned to share.   

     The first paragraph below next to the picture says:  

Jeff led me to this mormonad after reading my post about being so obviously different.  Wow--it feels just like that.  Spot on, Jeff.  I do love daisies--they are bright, cheerful, and loved in my garden.  There is a lesson here for sure.  Thanks, Jeff.  J 

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Hermano Cruz said that this giant black scavenger that circles our domain is called a zopilote (soh pee loh` tay).   The man holding the bird gives a little more perspective as to size.   My original page was much better, but I just couldn't get the pictures to work on the blog.  The man is holding the bird--next to his head--by the wing which extends below his waist.  The head and body of the bird are near his upper leg.  Sorry it didn't work.   

--GP--Here is the report on the “country club” excursion.  There were 25 of us who traveled by bus for an hour to the The Bosques de Zambrano.  We each paid about $5 for the bus ride and brought our own food but the entrance was free thanks to a temple worker who has several memberships for family and had accumulated thirty freebies.  It was closed today to everyone but us and it was great to have it to ourselves.

There were two large pools, one indoor and one 50 M with lanes and diving board outdoors.  The pools and water were great as was the view, set on the top of a mountain.  I should have spent most of my time there.  I was the only one in the pool at the time.  I miss my pool at home.  There were also indoor basketball and volleyball courts; run down and not maintained well.  I did a trip down memory lane, roughing it up, playing against the younger natives; and now my shoulder and knees are paying the price.  I also did a little tennis, and catch with a softball.  I learned today that I am old enough to be a temple worker.  I may not be able to get out of bed in the morning. 

We had a special “get to know you and testimony meeting” with those in attendance.  All except the four couples from the states are converts.  There were some very spiritual personal stories and testimonies expressed.

Bye, now, --got to go take some more Advil.

Love, Dad