Ah, life. It's good these days, just a little on the busy side.
On Saturday my son got to take his first SAT. So, I got to do the drop and pick thing, and in between do a 4 corner brake job on the chief vehicle. Changed out all 4 within the 5 hour window, and managed to catch Kuznetsova beating Sharapova too. (Eased the pain a little bit of having had to watch Kuznetsova take out Hingis, knowing that she went on to beat everyone else, too.) The brake job eliminated 85% of my wierd noises. The car still emits some unpleasant sounds from the front right corner, and from the nut behind the wheel when the radio is on.
On Monday, I got to start the day by having the selfsame son at the airport by 6:30 so he could check out St John's College in New Mexico. That is the ex's choice. I would vastly prefer him to be at Hillsdale. Hillsdale is highly conservative, 50% Christian student ratio, $25k per year with room and board, and a tremendous classics program. They have majors in Latin (Keith has taken 5 years already) and Greek. We'll see how it turns out.
Upshot, I was up early every morning this week. Coupled with the mandatory late nights, and the time shift, I'm about useless for blogging.
Oh yeah, and I got my new toy. I'm telling you, kids don't know how to get excited about toys. They need to watch a 40 year old man giggle at a UPS box to understand excitement. I bought a tennis ball launcher. 33 years I've been at this game, and I finally broke down and did it. I've been out with it 4 times so far, and I'm still giggling. I am delighted to find that it cannot hit a ball so fast I cannot hit it back, but that it can hit a ball so fast that I can only control 1 of 5 returns. It can flat over-power me. Cool! I have even learned something new playing it. Just tonight I was working my backhand against low, fast, and away balls and noticed that if I picked a contact point on the ball the same way I would in billiards, I was able to control the ball much better. I had never made that connection before. Yeah, I'm jazzed.
OK, now. I promised an equivocation, a wavering, a repentance actually. I must back off from this statement from M & C - 4:
FWIW, this M & C - 4 is not about dreaming up castles in the sky, or a holy wish list. What I describe here I will either find somewhere or I will try to build it.
That little bit of locker room bravado just isn't true, so I figured I'd just admit it and get it over with.
I'm a little frustrated with the pastor of the church I currently attend. I have placed 4 ideas in front of him, expecting them all to be rejected. I was shocked when he rejected none of them. 4, I realize, is a huge number of ideas to throw at a pastor in only 7 or 8 months, so for him to start looking a little askance at me would have been completely understandable. That's not what happened, though. He ate my ideas up like candy, and said they would happen.
So far, he is 0 for 4.
I am not a naturally patient person, so for me to be a little anxious to get things rolling is not out of the ordinary, and for a pastor with a 12 month plan not to have implemented the plans of a frequent visitor is hardly rare. All in all, everything is still good, and I am a little frustrated. In other words, situation normal.
The point is that my bit of bravado says that I will either put my shoulder to this church, or drop out and start trying to make a church on my own. While either of those things might be natural for me in my fallen state, the Spirit seems to be more interested in watching me just fellowship and help out a little in this sweet little church that I am enjoying so much.
It's hardly a hardship. :-)
Must remember not to say things I have to munch on later.
May the Lord bless!