family room–tv/room–board games–stereo–home-entertainment system.
two bathrooms upstairs, one connected to the master bedroom
both upstairs bathrooms have to have linen closets in them
dining room floor has to be wood
kitchen has to be big enough to fit a small table, very spacious.
prefer windows in the bathrooms
nice Victorian (or old-fashioned) porch wicker set in the front w/ porch swing in the back of the house a deck with a sliding glass door on it
Big windows all through the house–lots of light
Modern windows in the back; Old-fashioned looking windows in the front.
Upstairs bathrooms have to have bathtub and shower–preferably with glass doors.
Place to play darts–Big playroom in the basement. High ceiling in the basement. Wooden-planked raised floor off the concrete.
Freezer, big storage freezer, for the basement.
Defrosting refridgerater that does itself.
Big washer and dryer.
Water filter system.
Wooden Cabinets in kitchen (call it Laura’s kitchen)
Old-fashioned library with floor to ceiling bookshelves w/ comfy stuffed chairs and table.
Computer/Telecommunications room w/Ham Radio, BBS Computer, And work computer, as well as electronics workbench for hobby.
Nice picnic table on back deck with a nice pool coming off of that deck.
exploration center w/interesting objects and gathered materials
sense of depth and hidden adventure in chests and on shelves.
My left eyes was wounded on TV antenna last night. Laura has been a wonderful wife. I have been better for a long time. I thank God for all he has given us. He is to be glorified. I am glad to be alive. I need to write soon to David. Probably tomorrow will be alright for that as my eyes rests. Maybe I can send a diskette letter. I could send him many of my quotations.
I am glad to be in a position of grace with our heavenly father and I want the same for my friend Guang Wu. But I need to remember how delicate is my own walk with the Lord, how fragile my own grace walk is. So easy it seems to tumble into depravity. That is why we eagerly await heaven with Him. The good Lord who made the world and everything in it in his wisdom and mercy provided lasting homes for us. I am glad that I live with the Holy Spirit of the renewing and liberating God who made it all. And Jesus is Lord for ever more. For all ages he is king of all, Lord of all. The vast darkness and the yeasty sea cannot swallow the truth of the living and ever loving God. His nature is eternal. And he wants us with him forever. For this purpose we were created. And we go through life in order to better understand it all. The reason for being, why we are here.
I’m not sure how much room there is in a WP 5.1 comment. This form, this mode will seem like a joke to future people.
It is all for the ruminations of archaeologists. For them to enjoy and for them to uncover. For them to decipher.
And what will become of the English language. What has become of it already? I don’t know. To what societies should I belong? To what societies do I want to, does God want me to belong? There are so many. Computer societies, the English society. The English Language. I am interested in description. I want to avoid Cotsell for a long time. I don’t like his ways. Mark Cronin is still around, very friendly. He seems to be getting stronger all the time, and continuously social. He had a phone call made to take the printer I just started work on. That was kind in a big way because he didn’t want to take it from me, so he had the dirty work done by the person who wanted it done. The day is getting light now. It is quarter to six in the morning. I feel set back by yesterday’s advisement. My application for teaching looks stable. I must be limited in comment by keystrokes.
Sitting in my new chair purchased yesterday, I am glad to be with Laura, glad to be a family man, happy to be working well on my dissertation, glad that things are not too bad, thinking that all is very well, peaceful more about everything. This new chair is comfortable and good. I’m not glad I woke up so early but I know it is good to get some work done.
I cannot help people like I planned I would this summer. There is no time for it at all. I am sorry I said I would help anyone. I do not feel at peace with any volunteering I did before the summer began or at the beginning of the summer. I only feel right when I am working on my dissertation as I believe the Lord wants me to, or when I am in bed with Laura.
I reversed the fan to blow air in. The new chair took Mink Oil last night. I wasn’t supposed to sit in it until this morning. I was tired last night and couldn’t work. I want to sleep more this morning but I am awake. The letters I wrote weren’t that bad.
God saved me from the worst kind of fumbling. But I need to do something in response to what I said I would do. I have buried myself in a kind of whole. I don’t have the expertise to help like I said I would. I don’t have the time to design a plan. The most I want to do is just sleep.