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John TorringtonJohn HartnellWilliam Braine

Virgil I. GrissomEdward H. WhiteRoger B. Chaffee

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There's a tiny white moth that's been driving me crazy for the past week. Wherever I go in the house, it's there. It's either in my peripheral vision, or in my face. It's flown up my nose three times. I've chased it with a can of Raid, but it's flight path defies the laws of physics. I feel like Captain Ahab. Sort of.
(I've always wanted to work a Melville reference into a journal.)

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I have a huge cache of coffee filters - somewhere. Apparently, I've put them where no one will ever find them, myself included. Which is all fine and good, excepting that I needed to make a quick pot of coffee this morning. I looked for them, cursed a bit. Looked some more, cursed some more. Finally, I decided that I must improvise.

Clean washcloth? Too thick.

Clean handkerchief? No. And speaking of which, just how clean can a handkerchief be (and who even uses handkerchiefs anymore. They seem to have gone the lonely route of watch chains and shaving brushes).

Muffin cup? No. Too small, and doesn't look to be nearly porous enough.

Toilet paper? Hmmm... no one would know...
No.
It has that "fresh scent of spring" that's fine for toilet paper, but not so appealing in brewed coffee.

Paper towel.
Hey... they have no scent (they're the cheap kind), and as far as being porous goes they're as porous as hell. Fold it, put it into the whatever you call the thing where you put the coffee, put in the coffee, press the button. Done!

I feel a certain pride that I've overcome the need for "store-bought" coffee filters. It just goes to prove that the pioneering spirit so typified by Daniel Boone and Davy Crockett is alive and well in North Carolina. Now I know (in my own small way, of course) how it feels to Tame the wild.

Yeah.

I go to shave (electric) and read a chapter in a Schubert biography.
About ten minutes later I notice an odd smell. Thinking that perhaps the razor had shorted out, I quickly unplugged it - but no, it wasn't the razor. Walking into the kitchen, I see that most of the cabinet is wet, and black. Coffee.

The pot is empty. I open the top of the reservoir (THAT"S what it's called) and see that the paper towel has neatly floated to the top, and that the coffee grounds have clogged the hole in the bottom.
The little coffee that did manage to make it into the pot tasted as if it had been made from old potting soil. Well, there was more cursing, followed by mopping, and more cursing still when I discovered that I was wearing my last clean shirt (forgot to do the wash the night before), and both sleeves were wet with the stuff.

Great. I smell like a AA meeting.

And how was your Monday?

God Bless
I'm not John Boy




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Here we are living in time you and I. Yesterday is gone. We are waiting for tomorrow. And the present moment eludes us even as we try to grasp it.

God lives in eternity, where there is no yesterday. There is no tomorrow. God is not waiting for the sunset or the dawn. God lives in the eternal now where there is neither past nor future.

God sees you and me at this moment, not just as we are now, but already dead and buried and judged, and safely home with Him forever with life behind us. This God sees now as you and I are worrying and fretting about a future that may never come.

It makes us dizzy even to think about it.

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