Yeah, normally it's gold, but rollin' in her hood means rusty iron. You gotta problem with that?I'm going to the pool three or four times a week and making slow but sure progress. Today I started doing what this program calls "switch drills" that, if an observer used a little imagination, almost look like swimming. Sort of.
Our free Sun City community paper arrives Tuesday afternoons. I just read an article about the pools here that included a bullet-list of safety measures to reduce the risk of swimming related illness. "Don't swim if you have diarrhea." Uhm, I'm concerned that they need to say that. "Avoid swallowing or having pool water in your mouth." Have they SEEN me swim?!
I'm working my way up the learning curve and as I make progress I'm liking this Mac more all the time. It's faster, easier and has cool features that increase functionality. Switching between open programs is a snap with Expose'. And this morning I had an iChat with Jim back in Michigan. It took us some time to figure out my settings but once we got it up and running it performed as promised.
It is, however, taking time getting my PC data over and into a Mac format. The bulletin template, music, Word docs (even tho I have Word for Mac)... But once I'm through that process I think I'll like the switch even more.
No, I'm not going to turn into one of those "Mac or idiot" crusaders.
I enjoy driving Gerta. If I didn't need to haul stuff I could be perfectly content to motor around in a '67 VW.
I haven't paid to get my hair cut in almost a decade. That will change sometime this week. My mother will be happy. She never really liked my self-administered buzz cut. She won't see the new do until mid-October and by then I may have gone back to the Scottish Special.
And don't think hippy long here. Just long enough to justify shampoo instead of soap.
I told Pam the other night that I don't think the people at Pathway realize what an unusual group they are. Yes, we're a small church by almost any measure, but churches half our size (yes, they exist) aren't similarly blessed.
I pastored a church (which shall remain nameless) in which 10% of the congregation was on psychotropic drugs. And that included just the members I knew about. Good people all, and we enjoyed that ministry. But my duties regularly involved those more typically associated with people working in the mental health field. (I got some great stories if you're interested.)
This group of people at Pathway are all incredibly normal, fun to be around, absent any personal agendas - at least as far as I can tell - and all get a check mark in the box for "Plays well with others."
Ask any pastor and he'll tell you that his ministry would be a lot easier if he didn't have to deal with problem people. They consume energy better spent on other things and too often bring stress to the group.
My ministry is easy. Only self-imposed stress.
BTW, what's true of the congregation is true of the elders in spades.
No. I would NOT do that for a Klondike Bar!!!
Our free Sun City community paper arrives Tuesday afternoons. I just read an article about the pools here that included a bullet-list of safety measures to reduce the risk of swimming related illness. "Don't swim if you have diarrhea." Uhm, I'm concerned that they need to say that. "Avoid swallowing or having pool water in your mouth." Have they SEEN me swim?!
I'm working my way up the learning curve and as I make progress I'm liking this Mac more all the time. It's faster, easier and has cool features that increase functionality. Switching between open programs is a snap with Expose'. And this morning I had an iChat with Jim back in Michigan. It took us some time to figure out my settings but once we got it up and running it performed as promised.
It is, however, taking time getting my PC data over and into a Mac format. The bulletin template, music, Word docs (even tho I have Word for Mac)... But once I'm through that process I think I'll like the switch even more.
No, I'm not going to turn into one of those "Mac or idiot" crusaders.
I enjoy driving Gerta. If I didn't need to haul stuff I could be perfectly content to motor around in a '67 VW.
I haven't paid to get my hair cut in almost a decade. That will change sometime this week. My mother will be happy. She never really liked my self-administered buzz cut. She won't see the new do until mid-October and by then I may have gone back to the Scottish Special.
And don't think hippy long here. Just long enough to justify shampoo instead of soap.
I told Pam the other night that I don't think the people at Pathway realize what an unusual group they are. Yes, we're a small church by almost any measure, but churches half our size (yes, they exist) aren't similarly blessed.
I pastored a church (which shall remain nameless) in which 10% of the congregation was on psychotropic drugs. And that included just the members I knew about. Good people all, and we enjoyed that ministry. But my duties regularly involved those more typically associated with people working in the mental health field. (I got some great stories if you're interested.)
This group of people at Pathway are all incredibly normal, fun to be around, absent any personal agendas - at least as far as I can tell - and all get a check mark in the box for "Plays well with others."
Ask any pastor and he'll tell you that his ministry would be a lot easier if he didn't have to deal with problem people. They consume energy better spent on other things and too often bring stress to the group.
My ministry is easy. Only self-imposed stress.
BTW, what's true of the congregation is true of the elders in spades.
No. I would NOT do that for a Klondike Bar!!!
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