Met Diane for lunch at our regular place near the library and we had our usual, including two and a half hours of talk. About an hour in, we were approached by two men (one not pictured) who asked if we wanted to acknowledge--or be acknowledged by--Jesus and be prayed over. Diane responded in the affirmative, as it's right down her alley and I--guess what!--said "no." Well, at least he didn't push, but asked his assistant to do the honors for Diane. That actually took about ten minutes; while the guy shown held his hand on Diane's head, the other enthusiastically intoned ritualistic words. After, Diane thought I was offended, but certainly not; I found it interesting and amusing. After all, hadn't I been prayed over in an identical manner through a lot of my life, often "in tongues" i.e., Latin, via the Catholic Church? For decades, I accepted that as a kind of direct line to the supernatural and even if I no longer do, I still seen nothing offensive about it, as long as participants are willing.
Home and took a short nap, then delved into Facebook and the other social media message that I've been neglecting. Mike and family are now in San Francisco (will be in Santa Barbara tomorrow), but sent these from Lake Tahoe:
Violet and Vivian at Glacier Way Hiking Trails and Mike, below, ditto.
I can't understand why "Tommy" is on Mike's hat. Did he steal it?
A fuller Lake Tahoe scene above.
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