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Recently our daughter Nora posted a picture on Facebook of something that Della had done with her toys.

Della Organizes

Nora commented that instead of playing with her little ponies, Della had organized them. I replied that for some of us organizing is playing. :-)

Then this past weekend Becka and I visited a long-time friend Cathy who had been Becka's roommate in college. Cathy and I chuckled about the picture Nora had posted and also about our own perfectionistic tendencies to be organized. And so I decided to do a blog post about OCD (Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder). If you're wondering about my title, I jokingly call it CDO — putting the letters O, C, and D in alphabetical order, as they should be. (I wish I could say that I came up with that one.)

I hasten to state that I am not trying to make light of people who really do struggle with daily life because of this disorder. That must be a terribly difficult thing to deal with the resulting debilitation. The humor in today's post is mostly about those of us who are perfectionists or have some OCD tendencies — when things are not totally orderly, it bothers us. Think of this post as more of a test to see if you have OCD tendencies. This next cartoon illustrates OCD quite well.

OCD Spider

See how quickly you can spot the thing/s out of place in the following pictures. How quickly you can find them and how much they bother you might signal how CDO you are. OK, here goes!
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Whirlwind Weekend

A month ago I told you in my blog post that I would be attending the 40th class reunion of the students who were my first French 2 class the year I began teaching high school in 1973. They were the class of '75. It was a bit strange to see "my kids" as 58 year olds! It was such a nice evening and all part of a weekend on steroids.

I was able to ride up to Detroit and back with one of the members of the class and his son. We left at 6:00 Friday morning and arrived in time to change clothes and get to the graduation ceremony of the 2015 class of the school where I taught my first 11 years out of college, Inter-City Baptist High School. It was a special blessing to see that the school is continuing on in fulfilling the same mission it had when I taught there over 30 years ago.

After graduation everyone was invited to a reception in the school gym. I saw people from literally every decade of my adult life — former students from my years there and from my years of teaching at BJU, former colleagues (one of whom had a grandson graduating that night!), parents of former students, old friends from Detroit and from Greenville. I had a great time talking to many people, sharing remembrances, and learning what's been going on in many lives. It was a super-encouraging time! My daughter Megan picked me up afterwards to take me to their house.

Saturday morning I enjoyed time with our grandkids Drew and Maddie. We all enjoyed a breakfast of donuts from Dutch Girls. If any of you live in the Detroit area and haven't tried Dutch Girls donuts, you need to!

Saturday late morning I drove down to Ohio to visit my mother in the nursing home. Poor Mom is in month 19 of hospice. It was such a nice visit! My sister came to spend the time with us also, and we all swapped stories from the past. It was great to see Mom smiling, laughing, and taking part in the story telling. I never know when my visit with her will be the last, and so I was especially glad that this one was so pleasant.

I drove back to Detroit and arrived just in time for the class reunion. It was great to be able to talk at least a short time with each of the 18 class members who came to the reunion. The one who came the farthest to attend is now living in Denver. The stories flowed like water before, during, and after the delicious meal. Before we all went for a tour to see what the school looks like now, pictures were taken of all the class members present. Here's a particularly nice one.

'75 Class Reunion

I was the only one of their former teachers who was able to attend, and I have to say that I was treated like royalty. They wanted me to get into their group picture, but I told them the spouses should take pictures of just the classmates first. When I went to join them, I was going to slip in at the end of a row. They insisted that I be front and center. Since the shorter people were in the front, I got down on one knee and hammed it up.
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Was it a dark and stormy night?

Several events in my life have come into alignment to make me think of posting this this week. First, sometime after 4:00 Sunday morning we lost our electricity. We were a little concerned since we were having guests for lunch and the preparation involved having power. Fortunately it came on shortly before 7:00. We never did hear why we lost power, but it was definitely not because it had been "a dark and stormy night."

Second, the first several weeks of my summer break I have been hired to copy a website from one server to another. The work is fairly tedious (and tasteless) as I copy the 300 pages, one page at a time. It should take me only 60 to 100 hours. %-) My eyes are almost crossed from the repetitive nature of the task, but it does pay well. :-) The website belongs to ABC — the Association for Business Communication It's been interesting to read a bit of the history of this association whose goal is to improve the writing of people involved in business.

The third event in this interesting alignment will be explained later in the post.

About 8 years ago I did a blog post about the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest. I will copy below my explanation of the whole Bulwer-Lytton phenomenon. I have updated some things so that they are correct at the time of this post.

During my 42 years of teaching French, I've graded my share of student compositions. Some things that students have written, not always intentionally, have made me laugh out loud. The most memorable is what one student wrote in a composition for second semester French — they have to write the first paragraph of a thriller. One student wrote (and I translate) something like "The man and his dog rounded the corner and found the baker lying in the alley behind the bakery with a spoon in his chest." This student had obviously not taken the time to look up the French word for "knife" in the dictionary and gone with her memory. I commented on her paper that that must have been a horribly painful way to die! I still laugh at this one, but the really humorous twist on this is that that student went on to minor in French and lived in Paris, France, where she was transferred to work for three years with the Ernst and Young accounting firm. UPDATE: She is in the final stages of a doctorate in International Accounting from a university in France! Finding that out recently was the third event that led up to today's post.


I did a little research online about this contest. If you go to the Bulwer-Lytton site, be warned that some of what you find there may not be to your liking. I trudged through a lot to give you what I'm posting today. 😎 Here's some of what I learned from Wikipedia and from the official site for the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest:
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Plumb Crazy

Two of my readers sent me e-mails in recent weeks with pictures of some atrocities committed mostly by plumbers. Those pictures, added to some in my files, had all the makings of a blog post.

I'll start off with a picture where it's hard to know whether to fault the plumber or the electrician.

Plumber of Year 19

In the next one, it's clearly the plumber's fault.
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It’s a Sign of Something

This is exam week at the university, and ain't nobody got time to make or read a long blog post. So this will be short and sweet — three sign-related pictures.

This past weekend a friend was telling my wife and me about his recent mailbox dilemma. He needed to replace the post for his mailbox, but he wasn't going to be able to do it before the mail truck was to arrive. Their mail carrier won't deliver if the mailbox is just sitting on the ground. He sent me a picture of his "quick fix" to that day's problem.

Redneckish Mailbox

My friend was accused of being a redneck, of all things! I say that necessity is the mother of invention.

Recently my wife and I explored a little town we have not been to in a long time, Saluda NC. One of the shops that was not open that day had an interesting sign in the window.
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