9 thoughts on “Paul’s Daily Three for September 8, 2018”
It’s salad all the way for me.
The Sunday before last I went with my family to the park and inadvertently got into a contest with my 7yr old Grandson, seeing who could do the most impressive things on a gymnastics contraption which we used as a climbing frame. We were climbing up it and hanging upside down – that kind of stuff. He declared himself the winner when he managed to slide between a holding-bar and the back-plate; he’s very slight and only just managed to fit through it. Even I’m not THAT small. Afterwards he challenged his mum. She looked at me archly and said “I don’t have to prove myself – I’m not as competitive as Grandma.” Ha!
Illya Kuryakin and Blackbow the Cheyanne were my heroes. Blackbow was a fictional character from the boy’s magazine Swift. His father was native American and his mother was immigrant- probably British. Most of the time he was Jim Barnaby, the doctor at Powder Creek, but when the town was in danger, he donned his Native American clothes, leapt from an upstairs window, yelling “Hokahay!” and landed his horse, Flying Star. Then he’d gallop away and do whatever he needed to do to save the town. When he came back, he put his doctor’s clothes back on, and all the townspeople would be buzzing with the news of what Blackbow had done. They often noted how strange it was that Jim Barnaby always missed the excitement, but they never guessed the truth.
I wanted to marry Illya, but I’m glad I didn’t since he turned into an Englishman and got old. I’m still waiting for Blackbow to come and claim me, although I’m not interested in the doctor.
I loved his hair, and I’ve just made a disturbing connection; the love of my life (what a horrible phrase) had hair just like his. I became obsessed with the guy from the moment I first saw him.
He had a similar smile. Similar bone structure. Almost Identical eyes.
If I don’t stop thinking about this I’ll end up banging my head against the wall.
Soup or salad? Which would you rather have on a Fall day if you had to choose between them?
Once again, I see no godly reason why I could not have both. But soup I suppose, because there are many soups that stand up pretty well on their own, whereas salad alone just looks sad. Soups and stews are also my favorite thing to cook, whereas genuinely nice salads always seem like too much work. I am a good cook, but a lazy one.
When was the last time you did something a bit wild just for the fun of it?
I am not the most “wild” of people, truthfully.
Did you have any heroes growing up? If so, who were they?
In the vein of “celebrity” heroes, it was Richard Feynman and Carl Sagan. Sagan is still a hero for me, in fact. In terms of people I knew personally, I greatly looked up to and still deeply respect the pastor of the church I grew up in, Paul Bodin. A renaissance man out of time, who proved by example that you can be intelligent, masculine, and compassionate at the same time if you are willing to value the former and latter at all times.
Soup or salad? Which would you rather have on a Fall day if you had to choose between them?
This is a very difficult choice. It clearly hinges on what TYPE of soups and salads are available, how hungry I am, what else I’ve eaten that day, and which one my friend is ordering so that I can get the opposite thing she got and taste both.
When was the last time you did something a bit wild just for the fun of it?
Uh, depends on your definition of wild. I’ve had something special in my freezer for two or three years. I just made special butter out of it. I plan to make a special baked good but I haven’t decided on the perfect one yet…
Did you have any heroes growing up? If so, who were they?
Not counting my parents, or siblings? I was head over heels for Aragorn in LOTR (the book, though I would have accepted the movie version as a slightly lesser but still epic version). I also loved Drizzt Do’Urden in RA Salvatore’s fantasy series. Both neutral/chaotic good, Byronic, overpowered badasses.
It’s salad all the way for me.
The Sunday before last I went with my family to the park and inadvertently got into a contest with my 7yr old Grandson, seeing who could do the most impressive things on a gymnastics contraption which we used as a climbing frame. We were climbing up it and hanging upside down – that kind of stuff. He declared himself the winner when he managed to slide between a holding-bar and the back-plate; he’s very slight and only just managed to fit through it. Even I’m not THAT small. Afterwards he challenged his mum. She looked at me archly and said “I don’t have to prove myself – I’m not as competitive as Grandma.” Ha!
Illya Kuryakin and Blackbow the Cheyanne were my heroes. Blackbow was a fictional character from the boy’s magazine Swift. His father was native American and his mother was immigrant- probably British. Most of the time he was Jim Barnaby, the doctor at Powder Creek, but when the town was in danger, he donned his Native American clothes, leapt from an upstairs window, yelling “Hokahay!” and landed his horse, Flying Star. Then he’d gallop away and do whatever he needed to do to save the town. When he came back, he put his doctor’s clothes back on, and all the townspeople would be buzzing with the news of what Blackbow had done. They often noted how strange it was that Jim Barnaby always missed the excitement, but they never guessed the truth.
I wanted to marry Illya, but I’m glad I didn’t since he turned into an Englishman and got old. I’m still waiting for Blackbow to come and claim me, although I’m not interested in the doctor.
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Kuryakin was a hero of mine too. Especially since we sported the same hairstyle.
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I loved his hair, and I’ve just made a disturbing connection; the love of my life (what a horrible phrase) had hair just like his. I became obsessed with the guy from the moment I first saw him.
He had a similar smile. Similar bone structure. Almost Identical eyes.
If I don’t stop thinking about this I’ll end up banging my head against the wall.
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It’s amazing what we see when we look back at our lives and can make connections we didn’t know existed.
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Soup or salad? Which would you rather have on a Fall day if you had to choose between them?
Once again, I see no godly reason why I could not have both. But soup I suppose, because there are many soups that stand up pretty well on their own, whereas salad alone just looks sad. Soups and stews are also my favorite thing to cook, whereas genuinely nice salads always seem like too much work. I am a good cook, but a lazy one.
When was the last time you did something a bit wild just for the fun of it?
I am not the most “wild” of people, truthfully.
Did you have any heroes growing up? If so, who were they?
In the vein of “celebrity” heroes, it was Richard Feynman and Carl Sagan. Sagan is still a hero for me, in fact. In terms of people I knew personally, I greatly looked up to and still deeply respect the pastor of the church I grew up in, Paul Bodin. A renaissance man out of time, who proved by example that you can be intelligent, masculine, and compassionate at the same time if you are willing to value the former and latter at all times.
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Bodin sounds like quite an interesting person.
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Soup or salad? Which would you rather have on a Fall day if you had to choose between them?
This is a very difficult choice. It clearly hinges on what TYPE of soups and salads are available, how hungry I am, what else I’ve eaten that day, and which one my friend is ordering so that I can get the opposite thing she got and taste both.
When was the last time you did something a bit wild just for the fun of it?
Uh, depends on your definition of wild. I’ve had something special in my freezer for two or three years. I just made special butter out of it. I plan to make a special baked good but I haven’t decided on the perfect one yet…
Did you have any heroes growing up? If so, who were they?
Not counting my parents, or siblings? I was head over heels for Aragorn in LOTR (the book, though I would have accepted the movie version as a slightly lesser but still epic version). I also loved Drizzt Do’Urden in RA Salvatore’s fantasy series. Both neutral/chaotic good, Byronic, overpowered badasses.
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Chaotic good seems to describe you too.
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I hope so 😂
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