Nolan the Soldier Boy

I am trying to decide if Carrie and Tony have birthed a little warrior.  At 5 years old, Nolan is loving to play soldier, army man, whatever you want to call it, above most everything else.  O dear.  I have heard of such young men.  "Always wanted to be a soldier," the mom or dad says.  I'm not sure if I should start praying.  Well, I will worry about that tomorrow.  Or maybe I will just trust that God will take care of this little fighting spirit in Nolan and everything will be ok.  :o)

Third meeting for TEC 270 today.  I am loving how this team is coming together.  Such a terrific group, attentive, great participants, and they are so far putting up with this old lady as their leader!  Today, however, one of them told me I was showing my age when I called the DVD player the JAM BOX.  I somewhat apologized, told them I was sorry that I still did not know how to play music through the laptop computer (because I don't own one), and I saw a few little snickers in the room.  Well, I'm honest.  It's like the phone....I still just want the simple one where you say hello and goodbye. 

Someday a few of them may be where I am...just liking to do things the simple way.  But thank God most of the population has stepped up and learned how to use the new technology.  I guess.  I'm still watching my mom and dad's 19" Zenith TV from their apartment days in the 80's in Las Vegas.  I like it because the sound is so good.  Never mind the picture--yes, it is dull in comparison to Mario's big screen downstairs, but I have a hard time hearing down there.  So what good is watching if you can't hear?

Time to call it a day.  I am thinking about my niece Paige tonight.  She has gone to Australia with a group of students from Augustana College.  I hope she isn't where all that flooding is.  O my.  We are blessed here in so many ways.