Closing credits (2018)
A rainy New Year’s Eve. Still, 2018 ends with more warmth than 2017 did.
This is my 120th entry of the year. I’ve written ten entries each month.
For providing material to discuss, I again thank Karin, Jasper, and Ziva; my tutees; my blood relations; and Brianna and other in-laws.
Additionally, this year, I acknowledge:
The poets.
Boca Juniors and River Plate.
The Mormons, who, until mid-October, were very friendly to Karin & me. They must have then given up trying to convert us.
Brett Kavanaugh.
My dissertation adviser for – so far – allowing various prolongments.
The St. Joseph River for declining to flood our apartment complex.
The city of Austin.
Maj Sjöwall & Per Wahlöö for authoring the Martin Beck mysteries.
Aimee-Ffion Edwards for acting in four of the best screenworks I viewed this year:
And I thank our new church, which welcomed Karin & me during a rather turbulent period. We watched over the two- and three-year-olds during many services. Starting in the spring, we also wrote, printed out, and folded each week’s bulletin. (Mercifully, that task will soon be performed by a new secretary.) The most rewarding event each week was the adults’ Sunday School class. For authoring that class’s discussion guides, I heartily thank the late John Stott.
Finally: thanks to everyone who offered money and prayers on our behalf. Please pray for me to complete my degree soon. Karin & I long to get out of this rut in which we’ve been living.
This is my 120th entry of the year. I’ve written ten entries each month.
For providing material to discuss, I again thank Karin, Jasper, and Ziva; my tutees; my blood relations; and Brianna and other in-laws.
Additionally, this year, I acknowledge:
The poets.
Boca Juniors and River Plate.
The Mormons, who, until mid-October, were very friendly to Karin & me. They must have then given up trying to convert us.
Brett Kavanaugh.
My dissertation adviser for – so far – allowing various prolongments.
The St. Joseph River for declining to flood our apartment complex.
The city of Austin.
Maj Sjöwall & Per Wahlöö for authoring the Martin Beck mysteries.
Aimee-Ffion Edwards for acting in four of the best screenworks I viewed this year:
- Skins (a lewd TV soap opera about Bristol’s teens; not for the faint of heart);
- Detectorists (a gentle sitcom – featuring the excellent Toby Jones – about rural, amateur metal detectorists; quite suitable for the faint of heart);
- Luther (a quasi-fantastical crime show starring Idris Elba; for the great of heart); and
- Queen & Country (the long-overdue, surprisingly un-cynical, cinematic continuation of John Boorman’s Hope and Glory).
And I thank our new church, which welcomed Karin & me during a rather turbulent period. We watched over the two- and three-year-olds during many services. Starting in the spring, we also wrote, printed out, and folded each week’s bulletin. (Mercifully, that task will soon be performed by a new secretary.) The most rewarding event each week was the adults’ Sunday School class. For authoring that class’s discussion guides, I heartily thank the late John Stott.
Finally: thanks to everyone who offered money and prayers on our behalf. Please pray for me to complete my degree soon. Karin & I long to get out of this rut in which we’ve been living.