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    I was just minding my business this morning when I came across these modern-take-on-ancient-slings and now I feel like I need to channel my inner-David and buy one. Somebody please talk me out of it. Pan Slings

    A pan sling product image.

    I’m getting back to reading physical books and dog-earing, underlining, and taking notes in the margins. Hand cramping has become a strong signal for the quality of a book.

    An update: My latte art still needs some work.

    If you give a mouse a cookie, he’ll ask for a glass of milk. πŸ₯›

    If you give a car mechanic a tire replacement, he’ll ask for a rear pad/rotor/caliper replacement and a front caliper clean and lube. πŸ™ƒ

    Attempt #1 at latte art πŸ˜… My wife helped with this one lol. Latte art is the newest micro-skill I’m determined to learn!

    A cup of coffee features foam art resembling a cartoon frog with round eyes and limbs.

    We love our local winery. Not pictured: the goats who love eating weeds out of my daughter’s hand ❀️🐐

    A hand holding a glass of white wine is in the foreground while a mom and a child walk towards a grassy field in the background.

    I love my wife.

    I walked up the stairs and turned the corner to see her slathering cream cheese on a piece of sourdough.

    She looked me in the eyes, wide-eyed, and said “I’ve been caught breadhanded!”

    Then proceeded to laugh maniacally like an evil villain.

    Imagine having a binder full of all the terms of service you have agreed to and are currently subject to. How thick is it? How much have you read? Any? I’d wager most people’s binders are at least floor to ceiling. Sounds stressful but… who cares? Mostly no one. I never think about terms of service. Until this random Sunday morning. Strange.

    So far, I think I’m most proud to have passed on a love of pocket journals to my daughter ❀️ She loves scribbling on the pages and showing off what she drew.

    After taking this picture, she disassembled the pen she was using, pulled out the refill, blew on it, and squealed “Blow bubbles!”. She has now been dipping the pen refill in and out of the pen body and blowing on it for the past few minutes pretending to blow bubbles. She is such a sweet soul. My heart is full.

    A child is holding open a notebook filled with scribbles.

    I have much more important tasks to do, but it was nice to just sit on the couch for hours this morning with a coffee and put tabs on my Bible. It felt really good to accomplish something I want to do. The “have to dos” will have to wait.

    A well-organized Bible features labeled tabs for easy reference to various books in both the Old and New Testament.

    My toddler was walking down the stairs on her own and yelled “big girl”! Then she saw me walking down next to her, pointed at me, and said “Dada big girl”! Takes one to know one. I’m honored.

    I appreciate the people who put funny stickers around town. Always nice to have a surprise laugh!

    A gas pump displays two fuel options labeled "Plus" and "Force Premium" with their respective octane ratings and pricing.

    A friend just called me by accident. It turned into a long call where he shared hard stuff he’s going through and I was able to pray with him. These kinds of “accidents” are the little nudges of the Spirit that help me see a quiet God in a noisy world.

    Thank you Ace Hardware for your eclectic mix of products.

    Yester’s luxury
    Presently necessity
    Tomorrow’s vestige

    πŸ”₯🌭🀀πŸŒ₯️🌳 Feels like summer!

    A smoker grill is actively smoking on a wooden deck overlooking a green field and trees under a cloudy sky.

    I enjoyed a beautiful sunrise this morning from the back deck. Coffee and sunrises were made for each other. β˜•πŸŒ„

    Also, you can see the new houses that have been popping up on the street behind us.

    A vibrant gradient sunset with pink and orange hues stretches across a sky filled with clouds, silhouetting trees and houses on the horizon.

    I deleted my account with follow.it and moved my newsletter feed to be hosted by Micro.blog. The poor quality of follow.it wasn’t worth the $5/month I was saving by staying off of Micro.blog Premium.

    Ew. I just noticed that follow.it changed how emails are delivered to my subscribers. This is such a bad experience for people who are subscribed. Sorry for cheaping out on a free subscription service. I’m going to switch to a new service soon.

    I just realized that during the pandemic I missed an opportunity to make jokes about Nickelback getting popular again because Covid made everybody lose their taste.

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