It was a good day...

I am remiss in my duties to the bible study going on just a post or two down.

I hope I will find grace in the eyes of my friends. :-)

Here's the excuse list.

• Today was the first day of tennis practice.
• But, I had to be late for it, so I could pick up the newly cleaned pistols and ammo for my daughter's and my shooting date. Dropping them for professional service was a good idea. The smallest of the bunch (all inherited from my Dad, BTW) is used up. Too large a gap from the cylinder to the barrel, allowing possible lead shaving with unpredictable outcome. It is now parked.
• So, that was 90 minutes of rush hour shopping. Yippees. All over creation.
• Practice has started as I drive by the courts to go home and pick up the rackets and necessary paraphenalia.
• 1/4 mile from home, I notice something odd. I don't know what, but it's wierd. I look in the mirror, and I am draining fluid on the roadway, and the car is revving higher than it should. 100% chance I am losing transmission fluid. Big ol' hill to climb. Will it make it? Will I burn anything up? Well, with an automatic transmission, if you can still pull up a hill, you have enough fluid not to be ruining anything in 1/4 mile, so I nurse the ol' girl home.

That could have happened anywhere!

If that happens up in Powell, I have an hour long wait for a tow, I'm out a tip plus mileage (I have AAA since I am single now) and another hour in the tow truck, and still have a broken car. As it was, I was able to find the problem, fix it with parts and fluid that I had laying around, put kitty litter on the worst of the oil I spilled on the 2 blocks closest to home and make it to tennis practice only 90 minutes late.

What a cool night. I love it when the Lord is kind. The line that failed was doomed, and there was simply not a better time or place for it to break.

Praise the Lord.