So the Last Will Be First, and the First Last

I was reminded of this passage from the Gospel of Matthew while composing a title for my last post. As the third and last child of Marion and Tom Walker, all my life I have been the last in everything. I'm always the last to get the phone call wishing me Merry Christmas, last to receive good news, and last to receive bad news.

Since I was elected to help my mother buy a new cell phone last week, I seized the opportunity to be first for a change. Mother's new flip phone had three speed dial buttons on it, and when the clerk said he would program it for her, I told him to make me number 1, Tommy number 2, and Kathy number 3. I secretly thought to myself, "Kathy will just have to learn to be last!"

Two days later my phone rang. "Margie, I didn't mean to call you. I was trying to call Kathy. I forgot you were number 1. I was going to tell her about my visit to Dr. Hester, but I'll just tell you instead." She then proceeded to spend 15 minutes giving me every minor detail. It could have been told in 1 minute.

So Mandy, Ben, and Wes, let this be a lesson. Being last is not always a bad thing! Now if I can just figure out how to reprogram Mema's phone!

Emma, Brady, and Noah

It was a red-letter day in the Duncan household yesterday. After 5 months and a week, we finally got all the grandchildren together in one place at the same time. To commemorate the occasion, we attempted to get a good photo of all of them together. I'll let you be the judge as to how successful we were.

We thought, too, that it would be fun to get a photo of the grands with the moms and one with our kids and their kids.

We tried the greats with us, and surprisingly, one of them was decent!

And finally we wanted one with all of us. Matt's friend Tim Coon, or Uncle Coon to the grands, took these photos for us.

MORE BIRDS

Birds seem to love my back yard. The latest, though is not in the yard, but nesting on top one of my outdoor speakers on the back porch. Yesterday I noticed a pigeon perched on the fan with a twig in his mouth. He flew to the speaker where he deposited the twig in the nest he was building for his lover bird. She's still perched on the nest today awaiting the arrival of the baby birds.

So, Mandy, be forwarned when you come over. We're soon going to have baby pigeons. Want me to save one for you?