Before I joined Facebook, before Twitter existed, there was WordPress. In 17 years I have put up 2,025 posts, logged 2,593 comments and as of Friday evening have 800,558 views. (If you included stats from My Other Blog, which preceded The Master’s Table by a couple of months, that adds another 465,835 views). Blogging is not what it used to be; in 2012 I had over 124,000 just that year alone. Like I say, Facebook and YouTube were relatively new and there was no Twitter, FB Reels, TikTok or Instagram yet. People were so bored they read stuff that I wrote!
Coincironical – adjective; a combination of the words coincidence and irony, used when you know it should be one or the other but are often told you are using irony wrong. Example: When I re-started the Master’s Table I said we would take it easy and probably not be doing the Satur-deja Vu and Happy Monday posts like we used to a regular basis then, coincironically, some weeks Satur-deja Vu and Happy Monday are all that gets posted. Last week I missed a Saturday post but it was a good day spent with family.
Family members and friends IRL know that my mother passed away a couple of months ago. She had a short struggle with ovarian cancer and spent just a few weeks on hospice care. Dad passed away 14 years ago and is buried at the Georgia National Cemetery near Canton, GA. This past Saturday, kind of a last minute thing with little planning, we met up with my brother and his family to view the newly cut head stone. I wrote lengthy obituary post for Lewis Bunch back in 2010 but after everything in May and June I was tired. My mush brain would hardly function well enough to do daily activities. When Dad was sick, Mom was his caregiver. It takes a visible toll on a person’s physical health to care for another person and manage a home at the same time. Teresa and I were in Kentucky back then and my brother Johnny did more than his fair share when Dad passed. So when Mom went on hospice care I was determined to be more available than I had been with Dad. Our immediate family had other things going on this summer as well but someone was with Mom during her hospital stay and then at her home at all times for several weeks. We made it work because that’s what you do for family. We were extremely blessed to have the support network of church members and extended family. The viewing and funeral turned into a reunion of sorts of old church friends, family and other close friends that we just don’t take the time to spend time with. At one point I stood in a small circle of my friends and realized a couple of them had never been in the same place at the same time.
Ghostbusters: Afterlife is the first movie I’ve gone to see in a theater since the end of summer 2019. I have waited a long time for this. Originally scheduled for a summer 2020 release, the date was pushed back at least twice. I was not disappointed. In the information age where things are leaked, often deliberately from someone inside, they did manage to keep a few things secret and surprise us on opening day. I will not spoil it and if you think it looks good in the trailers but can’t quite tell yes, it’s everything you hope it will be and then some. The movie is rated PG-13 so for the sake of family Christian heads up you might want to find the small children a sitter. There is less sexual innuendo than the original movie but they allow more salty language in everything than they used to.
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