Well, it’s been a year, or more--since I posted.  I now live in lockup.  Assisted living.  Which is a misnomer.  There is very little assisting.  They do what you ask them to do, and then charge you for it.  But I get three meals a day which is three more than I was getting.  I had lost thirty pounds I didn’t need to lose.  It’s hard to cook for one.  Easier to eat a tablespoon of peanut butter.

My room is okay.  Room.  Not rooms.  Very confining.  But I have a bed, a TV, a recliner, and most important...a marimba.  Something to keep me in motion.  No one has complained about the noise yet.

The food is good.  The ability to make friends is terrible.  I’ve always had a church to do that.  Here, there is no unity of Babtists, Catholics, or anything.  It’s a fish-pool of everything.  I’ve had a number of people ask me to start some sort of class.  Probably the best way to do that would be to get the 1st Baptist Church to authorize me to start an off campus class.  That way I wouldn’t have to use any discretion with the subject of baptism.  That way I could assert myself and say, “Jesus saves you.  Not water dipping.  You need to be baptized, but if it saves you, the thief on the cross was out of luck.”

Nice to be back.  It will give me a reason to get out of bed.