Father, Forgive Me For I Have Sinned

Today was one of those "go to the doctors" days. Why I schedule appointments so early is beyond me. To even make matters worse, the scheduled appointment that I made in the office for my future visit is 40-minutes earlier than today's appointment. Go figure. There was good news to be found during today's visit. It seems the new medicines are working like they are supposed to work. I got to see the  chart with the latest run after the pace test. It was very obvious that something was working well as the graph showed a marked decrease and that is the results the doctor and I were trying to achieve. 

When I was called to come get the vitals done, starting with the weigh in, I stepped up on the scale  and said to the scale: "forgive me Father for I have sinned". Since the last visit, I had been out to eat with my brother, went off the sugar wagon and had some donuts---and some killer double chocolate ice cream---and, oh! least I forget, the dutch apple pie. I figured that if I had been to confession in real time, three hail Marys and three Our Fathers would not be enough to cover the atonement for that list of no-nos. In all fairness, the dutch apple pie with  double chocolate a la mode was really good.

After bidding farewell to the doctor, nurse and receptionist, I headed back toward the pharmacy. We are under a Winter Storm Watch for a sleet and freezing rain event beginning tomorrow and going through Monday so I really wanted to get my errands done and get home and pray that no one looses power from any ice bringing down power lines. I have a fire place but have not used it in so long that I would not want to use it if the heat did go out. Maybe I should have a chimney sweep come check out the chimney again.

The wait at the pharmacy was right on cue. The technician said it would take 20-minutes to re-fill the script and that's exactly what it took time wise. Next stop would be K-rogers.  I always spend a bit more at the grocery. It's just one of those things that I don't even worry about anymore. I am still taking weight off for the most part, despite the extra pound gained at the doctor's office. Of course, we didn't do the less three pounds deduct for clothing, shoes, jewelry, etc.,etc. It's taken some wrangling to keep the health in eating, but for an old man, I've done very well. Of course, now you have to watch everything because you don't want a Type II diabetic to sneak up on you. Still, I do reward myself for sticking to my healthy life style diet.

Forgive me father for I have sinned. It's been three weeks since my last confession. I'm Presbyterian by the way. And, of course, before someone gets their knickers all out of sort, I am not making fun of  my Catholic friends and family. There could be a full length novel on religious cross-overs in the written text don't you know.

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As Time Goes Bye

Just off Mockingbird, for years, sat a small Baptist church. The last couple of years, the congregation  slowly disappeared. That is not to say that the congregation is no more, it simply means that the church began to appear empty. Then in the fall of last year the real estate "for sale" sign when up. One day in passing, I decided that it was time to get a picture of the belfry with the  foundry-cast bell visibly hanging in place. After a while, the image got deleted (as I do every six months).

In an urban setting, the location, setting and size of the building lended itself to my memory of a small country church  where I grew up and anchored our paternal family burial plots. Although, four other cemeteries hold my maternal immediate family and my son,that of and within itself could be another story.

During the past couple of weeks, there was visible activity that a new owner or the past congregation  of the property were beginning to make changes to the property, then last week, the bell in the belfry was gone. That was not a good sign. Yesterday, there was a city code violation sticker attached to the property. It is now obvious that the property is set for destruction, be it a new owner or the previous church congregation, although since it was listed by a real estate agent, the probability of the congregation rebuilding  would be a somewhat mute point at this site.

At any rate, a piece of history is changing architectu

History past and present

The belfry contained  a foundry-cast bell until a couple of weeks ago.

rally. Therefore, the property does fall within the mission statement of this site to photograph within guidelines "to enhance the mind,stir the emotions and quench a thirsty soul."  This is why I enjoy urban photography so much. Bitter sweet memories do enhance the mind, they do stir the emotions and they will quench a thirsty soul strolling down memory lane.