Together. Or, Apart

This is the long-awaited "moving weekend" for me.  YAY!!!!

At this very moment, I am unpacking. There is no more imaginable joy than being able to live close to my daughter, her husband, and my grandkids. As I say goodbye to Ohio friends, I’m also hoping to say hello to family and friends left behind 5 years ago.  

Meanwhile, I thought I’d prepare this article in advance. That, however, means that I’m going to lay the meat of the concept squarely on your shoulders today.

I have two videos for you to watch.  They are each over 3 minutes long. And I’m going to ask you to listen to them - in order.

Ready?

The Egg and I

This article, I will freely admit, is a little bit out there. But please don’t let that stop you from reading!

The title does not reflect a book written in 1945 because well, I have never read it. That doesn’t mean I have "egg on my face" either.

The title does not reflect a restaurant in Minneapolis or any other restaurant of that name. I found so many that it would be a "hard egg to break" with just one article.

The title is merely a statement that I had a ‘moment’ with an egg this week. 

A side note before I begin in earnest, please. Before writing, I usually look to see if I have written on the subject before. You’ll never guess.  This is the sixth time I have written about eggs in this venue. Does that make me an "eggbeater"?  Maybe not but something weird is going on.

I am now getting to the point, and I thank you for your patience.

Millions Are Praying

 

(For those having difficulty viewing the above video, 
please use the “CLICK HERE for the video" from the full article.