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This picture was taken Saturday, March 24. I write this almost a month later, Sat.14.April. It's a gloomy Saturday. It's currently 37° under cloudy skies. The predicted high is 53°, with possibility of snow or sleet.

Gloomy day.

It's been a slow week, but I haven't had much to say. But that's OK. The words will return. I'm making a journey next week, and I'm sure many pictures will be shared upon my return – perhaps even while on the road.

What does my Zen calendar say this morning?

The path of the enlightened one leaves no track — it is like the path of birds in the sky.
The Buddha

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"This statue commemorates the pioneers of 1889."

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Another sculpture from downtown OKC.

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The northeast corner of the Skirvin Hotel in downtown Oklahoma City. This is the last picture I have from this group of the Skirvin. A return trip will occur in the near future.

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Stone work at the north west corner of the Skirvin Hotel.

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Overslept again this morning - didn't get up until about 6:10. I attended several services (beginning Thursday night), and a lovely luncheon Sunday afternoon, and I suppose I needed the recovery time.

Anyway, I'll continue with the final Skirvin Hotel picture tomorrow. For today, I'll share two cute stories:

1. I attended the Good Friday children's service. I did this partly out of curiosity, and partly because it was the earlier of the two options. It was an attempt to make the story of the Last Supper kid-sized. At one point, a priest asked what Jesus prayed at the meal, and one young boy cried out "Yiddish"
2. Our youngest priest preached the homily for the Easter Vigil, and told this joke:
   It seems a church had a bat infestation. Naturally, they didn't want to harm the bats in any way, so extermination was out of the question. First, they called the local county extension service, who recommended smoke. So the church smoked them out - but the bats returned a few weeks later.
   
   Next, they tried humane traps. They released the bats near an underpass where other bats were known to congregate. But they came back a few weeks later.
   
   The next Sunday, the bishop visited. They asked for her help. She confirmed the bats. They immediately flew away, and were not seen again.

98/365: Easter Sunday

For some reason, this picture seemed appropriate to Easter Sunday. It was taken almost a month ago, the same day I took all the pictures at the Skirvin Hotel. It is the first of several sculptures one sees (traveling north) on Robert S. Kerr.

It is a memorial to the Air Force.