As I was saying to myself… (standard:Inspirational stories, 904 words)
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Along about Friday of this past week I noticed a strange phenomenon
stalking the parsonage. Actually, it is not that strange to notice 
something strange at our parsonage. The first thing I do every morning 
when I go into the bathroom and look into the mirror I see something 
really strange. 

This was something just a little bit different in the strange category.
I suppose strange has a wide range of categories and levels and 
whatnot. That being said, I am not quite sure which level of 
strangeness this phenomena that I discovered this past week belongs. 

This past week I was on my own. My wife had left me. Actually, I bought
her a ticket to send her to upstate New York, which turned out to be 
the coldest week in New York. Not to mention the snow. And please, 
don't mention the snow. 

I am not accustomed to being on my own. The notorious trinity; me,
myself and I can get into a lot of trouble. However, I was by myself 
for this week and in charge of everything. 

I drove my wife to the airport, returned and spent my first night alone.
I celebrated by eating in bed. Oh, the crumbs, the blessed crumbs were 
all around. Nothing says home more than crumbs in your bed. Normally, 
potato chips are not permitted in the bedroom but then, this is not 
normally. 

I got up the next morning, sniffed the air and noticed something
strange. Usually every morning I get up and smell coffee brewing. Where 
in the world is the coffee? I asked myself. I went into the kitchen and 
no coffee was brewing. 

Then it dawned on me. I'm in charge. Ha. Ha. 

I grinned a big grin as I brewed my morning coffee, and the day was set.
I left the house for my office as I usually do. All day long, I labored 
at my laboring, and then it was time to go home. 

I went home and sat in my chair to watch some evening news. I began to
realize something was wrong. 

I said to myself, “Where is supper?” 

Then it dawned on me. I'm in charge. Ha. 

I did not smile as much as I shuffled into the kitchen to look for
something resembling supper. I raided the refrigerator of all the 
foodstuff I could find. Then I put my supper together and gravitated to 
the table to enjoy my supper. 

After the first bite of what I called my “supper,” I said to myself,
“Yuck, this certainly is not the fare I'm used to.” I crunched it all 
and washed it down with 3 gallons of lukewarm coffee. Do not let this 
get back to anybody that you might know or that might know me, but I am 
a lousy cook. 

As I thought about this, I begin to evaluate the situation. It is not my
fault I am a bad cook. The fault must lie with the Gracious Mistress of 
the Parsonage. She does all the cooking around here and her cooking is 
so marvelous that anything I might set on the table is “yuck-fare” in 
comparison. Through the years, she has adequately trained me to 
appreciate fine dining. 

I tried to make a mental note about this but could not find a pencil at
the time. 

Then on Friday, I ran out of underwear. This is something new for me
because it has never happened before. I searched through my dresser 
drawers and could not find any underwear. They have always been in my 
dresser drawers for as long as I can remember. Now, they are nowhere to 
be found. 

I cast a wistful eye in the direction of the washer/dryer and noticed a
huge pile of dirty underwear. I can never remember this happening 
before. I said to myself, “Why has nobody done the laundry?” After all, 
I can never remember a time when the laundry has piled up quite as much 


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