I would think that when you have water up to the door handles it doesn't take a whole lot to figure out why it won't start.It's Super Bowl week. Nobody in Arizona expected to care at this point.
BTW, there's an email circulating with a story about how Kurt and Brenda met. It's a lovely story, if only it were true. Brenda did have two kids when they met, one a special needs child. But that's pretty much where the accuracies end. Check this and similar urban legends at Snopes.com.
Pathway Bible Church is growing. And I think we're having fun being a church. Church should be fun, shouldn't it? Not all the time, but if not most of the time something may be wrong.
I have Yahoo mail. They send emails that come from suspicious addresses directly into my Spam folder. And if I get a message in my Inbox that is clearly spam I can click a button and that message and all future messages from that address will go directly into the Spam folder.
A couple of things puzzle me. First, I can't believe how many emails I send myself advertising products I don't need.
Secondly, every so often I go through my Spam folder to make sure a message I want didn't mistakenly get sent there by Yahoo. Rarely happens, but I've found a few.
Every time I scroll down the list looking I find the same thing at the bottom - a section of a dozen or so emails that come from "senders" whose names all begin with the letter A. And the send date for those messages is always 1966. Al Gore hadn't even invented the internet in 1966.
This was a good morning at Pathway Bible Church. We're growing numerically and, if the feedback is an indication we're also seeing qualitative growth. A pastor can't ask for more.
The people are the very best part.
Sitting at the curb in front of our house is a 15' Budget rental truck hooked to a monstrous car transporter trailer. This thing is big enough to hold four VW Beetles, two side-by-side front and rear. Double axle, tilt bed, and trailer-wide ramp that folds down. I didn't think about taking a pic until after it was dark, but I'll get one tomorrow.
I'll leave here very early (5 a.m.?) headed back to San Marcos to pick up the VW. The speed limit for trucks and/or vehicles towing trailers is 55 mph. If I do 60 or 65 mph I should make this round trip in 14 or 15 hours, unless I get really sleepy and decide to pull over to nap for a bit. If I do decide to do that I have the entire back end of a 15' truck to use for the purpose. I've thrown in some furniture pads for the purpose. Either way I'm probably not back home until the wee hours of Tuesday morning, so don't look for a post tomorrow evening. I'll be loping along through the Sonoran Desert somewhere west of here.
I just now, even as I was typing that, had a scary thought.
If I climbed in the back of the truck to sleep, and if the door rolled down and got latched, I'd be stuck in there.
I'll sleep in the cab.
This is Sun City, where something like 30,000 old people live. People who have little better to do than watch their neighbors...and wonder why in the world that guy across the street has a rental truck and huge trailer sitting in front of his house. It will be gone when they get up in the morning and they'll be in bed by the time I get back. I'll put the VW in the garage when I get home and return the truck before the sun's up Wednesday.
It's fun driving nosey neighbors crazy.
BTW, there's an email circulating with a story about how Kurt and Brenda met. It's a lovely story, if only it were true. Brenda did have two kids when they met, one a special needs child. But that's pretty much where the accuracies end. Check this and similar urban legends at Snopes.com.
Pathway Bible Church is growing. And I think we're having fun being a church. Church should be fun, shouldn't it? Not all the time, but if not most of the time something may be wrong.
I have Yahoo mail. They send emails that come from suspicious addresses directly into my Spam folder. And if I get a message in my Inbox that is clearly spam I can click a button and that message and all future messages from that address will go directly into the Spam folder.
A couple of things puzzle me. First, I can't believe how many emails I send myself advertising products I don't need.
Secondly, every so often I go through my Spam folder to make sure a message I want didn't mistakenly get sent there by Yahoo. Rarely happens, but I've found a few.
Every time I scroll down the list looking I find the same thing at the bottom - a section of a dozen or so emails that come from "senders" whose names all begin with the letter A. And the send date for those messages is always 1966. Al Gore hadn't even invented the internet in 1966.
This was a good morning at Pathway Bible Church. We're growing numerically and, if the feedback is an indication we're also seeing qualitative growth. A pastor can't ask for more.
The people are the very best part.
Sitting at the curb in front of our house is a 15' Budget rental truck hooked to a monstrous car transporter trailer. This thing is big enough to hold four VW Beetles, two side-by-side front and rear. Double axle, tilt bed, and trailer-wide ramp that folds down. I didn't think about taking a pic until after it was dark, but I'll get one tomorrow.
I'll leave here very early (5 a.m.?) headed back to San Marcos to pick up the VW. The speed limit for trucks and/or vehicles towing trailers is 55 mph. If I do 60 or 65 mph I should make this round trip in 14 or 15 hours, unless I get really sleepy and decide to pull over to nap for a bit. If I do decide to do that I have the entire back end of a 15' truck to use for the purpose. I've thrown in some furniture pads for the purpose. Either way I'm probably not back home until the wee hours of Tuesday morning, so don't look for a post tomorrow evening. I'll be loping along through the Sonoran Desert somewhere west of here.
I just now, even as I was typing that, had a scary thought.
If I climbed in the back of the truck to sleep, and if the door rolled down and got latched, I'd be stuck in there.
I'll sleep in the cab.
This is Sun City, where something like 30,000 old people live. People who have little better to do than watch their neighbors...and wonder why in the world that guy across the street has a rental truck and huge trailer sitting in front of his house. It will be gone when they get up in the morning and they'll be in bed by the time I get back. I'll put the VW in the garage when I get home and return the truck before the sun's up Wednesday.
It's fun driving nosey neighbors crazy.
This afternoon I made good progress on the guest bathroom. The electrical is done and the wainscot and trim are now all installed. I have to putty and do the touch-up painting, and then put up a light fixture and towel bars, but Pam has yet to pick those out. I should be able to wrap it all up with a couple hours of work on Tuesday, and then it will be ready for our guests this weekend.
Nothing very profound tonight, but you should know not to expect much on a Sunday night. A pastor's brain doesn't function much past noon. I was pushing my luck using power tools this afternoon.
So I'll see you Tuesday evening with some fresh pics. If you think of it, please pray for an uneventful trip pulling a trailer and vintage VW across the desert.
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