I feel better about yesterday’s sermon morning’s effort. That doesn’t necessarily mean a thing about its effectiveness. I realize that. But I can’t use the Holy Spirit’s essential role as a free pass for poor preaching. So I’ll repeat this week’s approach to preparation and delivery to see if we can feel good about two in a row.
Turns out that in addition to the other characteristics making Greyhounds unique, they can stand on all fours, turn, and lick their privates. Who knew?
I don’t know what I was thinking. I went out and hammered 24 miles this morning. That’s half again the mileage I normally do on a Monday, and it was supposed to be at a light pace - what cyclists call spinning. I guess I was all worked up after watching Tour de France coverage before I left the house.
Forget Mike, I want to be like Lance.
OK, except that part where he gets testicular cancer that spreads to his brain and he almost dies.
And the part where he divorces his wife and has a relationship with Sheryl Crow, and then breaks up with her and has a relationship with a bunch more women.
I guess mostly I just want to ride like Lance.
I worked at three different jobs today, two fairly minor. The third was a bugger - removing five large mirrors attached to walls with mirror mastic. If breaking a mirror does indeed bring seven years bad luck I’ve pretty much ruined the rest of my life.
I got the walls repaired and in the process learned that 20-minute drywall mud lasts about 10 minutes here. I don’t know if that’s because you can’t get cold water out of a tap here in July, or the 8% humidity. Either way, work fast.
Tonight I attended our Trustee’s meeting. The elders have finished the constitution and by-laws and we went through the doc together. The next step is for the elders to put together a plan for putting it into effect.
Add up a too vigorous bike ride, a day spent doing jobs in town and then a meeting tonight and I’m whooped. Time for supper, dessert and BED!
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