High stakes tug-of-war.In the wee hours this morning I learned...do not walk barefoot through the house if you've pulled up the carpet but haven't yet removed the tack strip.
The tack strip is now all removed and the floor prepped for the install. The guys who glue down the pad don't give much thought to the guy who's going to remove it someday. But it's scraped off, the floor swept and the flooring acclimated to the environment. Pam works tomorrow so by the time she gets home we should have a wood floor including shoe molding all around the perimeter.
As a cyclist I identified with this:
The pastor asked if anyone in the congregation would like to express praise for answered prayer.
Suzie Smith stood and walked to the podium. She said, “I have a praise item. Two months ago, my husband, Bob, had a terrible bicycle wreck and his scrotum was completely crushed. The pain was excruciating and the doctors didn't know if they could help him.”
You could hear a muffled gasp from the men in the congregation as they imagine the pain that poor Bob must have experienced.
“Bob was unable to hold me or the children,” she went on, “and every move caused him terrible pain. We prayed as the doctors performed a delicate operation, and it turned out they were able to piece together the crushed remnants of Bob’s scrotum, and wrap wire around it to hold it in place.”
Again, the men in the congregation cringed and squirmed uncomfortably as they imagined the horrible surgery performed on Bob.
“Now,” she announced in a quivering voice, “thank the Lord, Bob is out of the hospital and the doctors say that with time, his scrotum should recover completely.”
All the men sighed with unified relief. The pastor rose and tentatively asked if anyone else had something to say.
A man stood up and walked slowly to the podium.
He said, “I’m Bob Smith.”
The entire congregation held its breath.
“I just want to tell my wife the word is sternum.”
At the other end of the spectrum, I enjoyed this video:
Amazing Grace on the Black Notes
I read this article while eating lunch. You might want avoid mealtime, or skip it all together. On the other hand, you may find it interesting and personally relevant. Your decision.
Don't Just Sit There (from Slate.com)
I've taken up too much of your time. I have thoughts, but I'll hold them until tomorrow night.
The tack strip is now all removed and the floor prepped for the install. The guys who glue down the pad don't give much thought to the guy who's going to remove it someday. But it's scraped off, the floor swept and the flooring acclimated to the environment. Pam works tomorrow so by the time she gets home we should have a wood floor including shoe molding all around the perimeter.
As a cyclist I identified with this:
The pastor asked if anyone in the congregation would like to express praise for answered prayer.
Suzie Smith stood and walked to the podium. She said, “I have a praise item. Two months ago, my husband, Bob, had a terrible bicycle wreck and his scrotum was completely crushed. The pain was excruciating and the doctors didn't know if they could help him.”
You could hear a muffled gasp from the men in the congregation as they imagine the pain that poor Bob must have experienced.
“Bob was unable to hold me or the children,” she went on, “and every move caused him terrible pain. We prayed as the doctors performed a delicate operation, and it turned out they were able to piece together the crushed remnants of Bob’s scrotum, and wrap wire around it to hold it in place.”
Again, the men in the congregation cringed and squirmed uncomfortably as they imagined the horrible surgery performed on Bob.
“Now,” she announced in a quivering voice, “thank the Lord, Bob is out of the hospital and the doctors say that with time, his scrotum should recover completely.”
All the men sighed with unified relief. The pastor rose and tentatively asked if anyone else had something to say.
A man stood up and walked slowly to the podium.
He said, “I’m Bob Smith.”
The entire congregation held its breath.
“I just want to tell my wife the word is sternum.”
At the other end of the spectrum, I enjoyed this video:
Amazing Grace on the Black Notes
I read this article while eating lunch. You might want avoid mealtime, or skip it all together. On the other hand, you may find it interesting and personally relevant. Your decision.
Don't Just Sit There (from Slate.com)
I've taken up too much of your time. I have thoughts, but I'll hold them until tomorrow night.
1 comment:
For now, the baby elephant is in dire trouble. I bet a few minutes after this photo, that croc became the mother elephant's personal tap-dance floor.
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