I returned home about 12:30pm today, and slept for four hours. Didn't check the blog. Didn't check email. Was out of cell tower range for nearly the entire 10 days. I didn't even listen to my mp3 player. Talk about a technology-free vacation...
Monday my son sat on my glasses, and I had to have my spare pair sent with a leader who was coming out the next day. What is the Boy Scout Motto? Be Prepared? At least I had a spare pair at home...
Today my son shut the car door while my thumb was in the door frame. My right thumb is a lovely shade of purple, but seems otherwise OK. It'll feel better once it stops hurting.
Liam felt awful. His words were "I did it again" (spoken in an anguished tone), but neither occurence was his fault. It was my carelessness, but at least it's nice that he was concerned.
I will be teaching Sunday School tomorrow and I brought my materials with me to camp, and actually had some time to deal with it. The topic is "Elvish Theology", based on The Silmarillion, Morgoth's Ring (Volume 10 of the 12 volume History of Middle Earth, edited by Christopher Tolkien) and two other books written by other authors. The History of Middle Earth is for hard-core Tolkien fans (or fanatics). It's a bit of a change of pace, but I hope it will be fun.
Well, it's off to dinner, and maybe a trip to Barnes and Noble.
4 comments:
Glad you're back in the blogosphere! Your Sunday School class sounds interesting. I didn't know about that book by Christopher Tolkein. Must check it out...
Welcome. Hope the thumb isn't throbing to long.
I may have tried to bite off too much for the Elvish Theology lesson, but there is certainly much to be mined there from JRR Tolkien's writing.
The Silmarillion is a book that I tried a few times to get into when I was younger, but once I made it through I saw things that seemed so familiar -- Creation, rebellion, sacrifice, forgiveness, redemption -- and all done in a world of Tolkien's imagination.
The thumb is nearly all purple now, but the pain is down to a dull throb. Advil is my friend.
One of my earliest memories dates back about 50 years when I was living on Okinawa (my father was in the US Army). I slammed my right middle finger into a door and it turned purple and eventually the fingernail peeled off, and grew back. It is still somewhat misshapen. I suspect my thumb is going that route.
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