• Pieces of the Evening

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    5:45 PM: “I guess it’s Panda again since I don’t cook because I am too lazy to go to the store. I’ll be good tonight and get Black Pepper Chicken with half mixed veggies and half chow mein. Oh, spring rolls sound good too though.”

    5:48 PM: “Yikes! How did this ATM card crack along the top of the signature box like that? I need to use it carefully. I must fold it when I sit on it in my wallet. I better order a new one very soon.”

    5:51 PM: “Game starts soon.”

    6:02 PM: “Oh- the game doesn’t start for twenty minutes.”

    6:05 PM: “I really need to fix this ice box’s ice maker. That’s the AC, and the ice maker. What else is going to break I won’t fix?”

    6:10 PM: “These are egg rolls. Spring rolls aren’t fried. Oh well. Taste good.”

    6:34 PM: “Okay, Jake. Pitch a gem.”

    6:57 PM. Snoring.

    7:22 PM: “I wonder if Garver is in for Minnesota. I’ll go check.”

    7:32 PM: “Since I am just sitting here, I might as well audit one of my old games to see if it is complete. Sure- how about Fury in the West.”

    8:20-30ish: “Zobrist. You still got it… Heyward- nice! Tack some on…”

    8:50 PM: “Cubs win! Davis gets his 27th straight save. Arrieta his 14th win. We’ll take it.”

    8:55 PM: “I guess I can watch the end of the Minnesota-Chicago White Sox game, see if Garver gets in.”

    9:08 PM: “Well, that was fun. No Garver.”

    9:10 PM: “This game is complete and bagged. I can mark it so in the Ledger of Adequate Things.”

    9:15 PM: “If Rizzo can get $4 million to a kids hospital, how do regular people do something like that? I guess you pick somewhere and give. Houston. Clovis. Albuquerque.”

    9:22 PM: “Look at all of these old games. I love them.”

    9:23 PM: “Look at all of these old games. I am never going to play any of them. I need to get rid of them.”

    9:31 PM: “Hi, Cats.” They look comfy in that cool cross breeze.

    9:38 PM: “I need to write something tonight. I don’t know what to write again. It was just my brother’s birthday. Wish him a happy birthday… I could write about simplifying things… I could write about Broken America… I don’t know.”

    9:41 PM: “Whatever I write about, I just need to get to bed kinda quickly.”

    9:44 PM: “I think that vehicle that just rocketed by the house taking the speed bumps too fast contains the jerks that mugged that lady twice down the street. Neighborhood makes me anxious.”

    9:46 PM: “Okay. Write something.”

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    A web programmer by day, I somehow still spend a lot of time thinking about relationships, God, and the significance of grace and love in daily events. I am old school in the sense that I believe in the reality of sin, and in the need of each human heart for deliverance to the Divine. I am one of those who believes that Jesus Christ is the Son of God, and that you can find most answers to life's pressing issues in Him and His Word, the Bible. I ain't perfect, and a lot of the time I ain't good, but by God's grace and kindness, I am forgiven and free.

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