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Pages whispered when I opened it. Names arrived in clusters: births annotated with quiet joy, deaths recorded with blunt certitude, marriages spooled together like knots on a fisherman’s line. Each entry smelled faintly of tobacco and ink, and each signature curved in a different language of hope and defeat. regjistri i gjendjes civile nentor 2008 ver 14 best
Outside, the cold of Nëntor pressed at the window. Inside, the book’s pages held warmth: a chronicle of ordinary miracles — arrivals, departures, promises signed in haste and later honored. I closed it gently. The stamp on the cover caught the light one last time, and I felt the registry breathe: an archive of beginnings and endings, of slips corrected, of lives translated into ink. Here’s a short, stimulating creative piece inspired by
Regjistri i Gjendjes Civile — Nëntor 2008 (Ver. 14) Outside, the cold of Nëntor pressed at the window
They kept the book under a thin layer of dust, where light from the single window braided itself across the spine like a reluctant memory. The cover bore a stamp: Regjistri i Gjendjes Civile. Below it, in a smaller, hurried hand, someone had added: Nëntor 2008 — Ver. 14.
If records are how a society remembers itself, then this small book was a kindness: a place that turned the chaos of living into readable history, line by line, version by version.
My father-in-law graduated from Fuller Seminary with his Ph.D today.Â? I am very proud of him.
But…
I am much prouder that last night at his hooding ceremony in the CATS program, he wore the cat ears that I sent him as a graduation present.Â? He wore them on stage, during his speech, and for pictures afterwards.Â? Bishop Egertson, his guest, also wore them in pictures and around.
Let’s just say that I am *quite* amused.
Last Sunday, Pisco Sours ran a sort-of 5K race.Â? Go tell him how hot he looks.Â? 😛
Here’s a short, stimulating creative piece inspired by the phrase "regjistri i gjendjes civile nentor 2008 ver 14 best."
Pages whispered when I opened it. Names arrived in clusters: births annotated with quiet joy, deaths recorded with blunt certitude, marriages spooled together like knots on a fisherman’s line. Each entry smelled faintly of tobacco and ink, and each signature curved in a different language of hope and defeat.
Outside, the cold of Nëntor pressed at the window. Inside, the book’s pages held warmth: a chronicle of ordinary miracles — arrivals, departures, promises signed in haste and later honored. I closed it gently. The stamp on the cover caught the light one last time, and I felt the registry breathe: an archive of beginnings and endings, of slips corrected, of lives translated into ink.
Regjistri i Gjendjes Civile — Nëntor 2008 (Ver. 14)
They kept the book under a thin layer of dust, where light from the single window braided itself across the spine like a reluctant memory. The cover bore a stamp: Regjistri i Gjendjes Civile. Below it, in a smaller, hurried hand, someone had added: Nëntor 2008 — Ver. 14.
If records are how a society remembers itself, then this small book was a kindness: a place that turned the chaos of living into readable history, line by line, version by version.
So we’re getting this stuff in Big Sky Country called r-a-i-n and it’s coming in the form of multiple fast-moving thunderstorms — the kind that are triggered by rapid pressure changes. This means… the lovely wonderful rain that we’re getting is triggering really bad migraines for me which are hitting me in the face and head. The Imitrex and Trimitex (Imitrex with Aleve) will moderate out the migraine so that I don’t have the nausea and dizziness but I still have some pretty acute pain. Add in the lovely jaw pain from the TMJ which is probably also triggered by the weather and you have a pretty potent combination of pain.
Yesterday, I managed to spell the pain a bit. Today was to the point where I was either going to take the pain or I was going to start screaming because it was so awful and that was 7 hours of my 8 hour shift. The last 45 minutes of my shift were spent with me in tears repeating Philippians 4:13 to myself to get myself through. I was crabby and I seriously had to remove myself from my work area a few times to avoid screaming at co-workers.
So why don’t I just go home? Because it’s not like that’s going to do anything for me either. THERE. IS. NOTHING. I. CAN. DO. FOR. THE. PAIN. Seriously. I accidentally took twice the safe dose of Aleve today between the two tablets I took at 10 am for my jaw and the Trimitex I took around 1 for a migraine that came on. I can’t do anything at home that I can’t do at work and at least at work, I get paid to be there.
I have a dentist appointment tomorrow at 8 am (!!!!). Please pray that they can do something for me to at least kill the jaw pain so I only have one part of my head exploding instead of two.
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So I did make it down to Church of the Incarnation for worship and Father Tim welcomed me very warmly when I walked in. (His welcome alone made the 2 hour drive worth it.) Worship was awesome and if I had actually been feeling like solid food was a good thing, I could have stayed for the parish potluck. Alas… the migraine wasn’t allowing me to do much eating so I made do with an oatmeal cookie from $tarbuck$.
I also got a Wal-Mart run in (which made me feel like my blood sugar had plummeted — thank God for Lipton Raspberry tea) as well as a few other errands before heading back up.
