Saturday, May 29, 2010

Bad decisions make good stories.

Planes pooping people.

Why is it pronounced “Seltics” instead of “Keltics?” If you used an S sound in any other context they’d laugh at you.

I worked at a rental this morning. Replaced toilet innards, fixed a hose bib and replaced some vertical blinds. The tenant is a woman roughly my age living alone. In the two hours I was there (minus a trip to Lowe’s to get blinds and plumbing parts) she whined about almost everything.
Sometimes I want to ask a person, “How long have you been divorced?”
I am SO thankful I don’t live with a whiner. And that was something, as parents, we did not allow.
No Whine Zone!

Rode a nice, relaxed 19 miles this morning. Left the house at 7:00 while it was still very comfortable at about 75 degrees. Very little traffic. Just some spinning up into the hills and back down. Very enjoyable.
I’m getting back into cycling at the worst time of year. Soon the overnight low will be a number that starts with a 9. But I’ll get back to the pool this week and add laps to my weekly regimen. Summer here is winter elsewhere in terms of exercise, so we find ways to work around the weather.

Last night Pam and I went to “5 and Diner” for dinner because we had a coupon. (BTW, that’s pronounced “KOO-pon” not “CUE-pon” - for all my Michigan peeps.) We took my laptop along because they have wi-fi and we needed access to Oregon and California web sites. We put together a tentative plan for our tent camping trip in August. I’ll drive to Portland, Pam will fly in, and we’ll spend the first few days at Champoeg State Park 40 miles SW of the airport. It will take me two days to make the drive and Pam can work those days, which saves her vacation time. We’ll move south every few days, stopping at Washburne State Park by Florence, OR, and then Patricks Point State Park in norther CA. We’ll be at each place long enough for day trips and hiking. If you’ve never been to the Oregon or No. Cal. coast you don’t know what you’re missing. Beautiful! The last night we’ll spend at a hotel in Novato, just north of San Francisco, so I can take her to the airport for a flight home. Then I’ll make the drive back, maybe taking time to see friends along the way.

We are both eager for this vacation, our first just-the-two-of-us in over a decade. I’m sure we’ll find things have changed in the 25 years since we tent camped the coast but it will still provide unparalleled scenery and, most importantly, quiet time.

It's the 3rd quarter as I type this so technically there's still time, but it's looking like a Lakers-Celtics finals. Too bad. But the Suns had a good run under a new coach and things look promising for the future.

Tomorrow we'll do the third and final in our series on salvation words. This time it's justification. Second hour we're going to talk about the differences between men and women as intended by God's design (see Gen. 2). Memorial Day weekend, so I'm not expecting our biggest-ever crowd, but God is sovereign, the Word living and powerful, and the preacher eager to lift both up.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

I love Florence, OR. I had a camel ride there once when I was a kid. They called him "Lawrence of Florence."
Mike H.

Sue said...

Anytime c is followed by an e, i, or y it makes its soft sound. So saying seltics isn't strange at all. You don't say ke-ment, do you?

Craig MacDonald said...

No, no, no. It's a foreign word. The "rules" of English don't apply. If they did nobody would use the hard K to pronounce that word in any context. You don't talk about Seltic bands, or Seltic music, do you??

Hey, I'm a Scot! I know these things.

Sue said...

LOL You're the most kerebral guy I know.

Anonymous said...

Biggest change in camping over the last decade is "reservations", as in the need for them and the process in getting them. I still have a 3-burner white gas camping stove available if you want but call fast, the Salvation Army truck is on its way...

Jenny said...

Jeffrey's going to *love* the picture and caption, while I appreciate the fine alliteration.