"You talk to God, you're religious. God talks to you, you're psychotic." - Doris Egan

Blogger.com has once again changed the interface for posting a blog entry. Why? If it ain't broke DON'T MESS WITH IT! cf Facebook.

At lunch Sunday Josh informed me that I can't use the word "savant" anymore. Apparently it implies the previously associated word "idiot" and is therefore very politically INcorrect.
I am obviously late to the table on this and many other matters of decorum - although I've stopped wearing socks with my sandals. So I need help with this one:
This morning I did a small load of laundry so my gym shorts would be clean for this afternoon. As I was taking these few items out of the dryer I found myself wondering, is it OK to say I did a load of ____? Or am I supposed to call them "clothes of color?" Or perhaps non-whites?
I am so confused!

I spent my usual time out in the garage this morning working on the car. If I'm out there before 7 and have the fan blowing right on me I can usually work for an hour or two before the heat gets to be too much. The current project is using a wire brush attachment on my drill to clean heater and exhaust parts of 40 years of caked on dirt and rust. I now realize the guy I bought Ilsa from cannibalized several key parts for his own use before he sold her to me. So I've been picking up the missing pieces from that VW boneyard on the south side of town, and those are worse. They've been sitting outside for decades. It's tedious work and my ADD brain can't do it much longer than an hour or two anyway. This morning I got the intake manifold and a couple of pieces of engine tin cleaned and primed. Alas, in the process I realized that the two heater boxes I got last week are both left side, so I'll be making another trip down later this week. Drat!

We're going to sing a new song at Pathway this Sunday, Revive Us Again. The lead singer of the band is Mike Weaver, which explains at least part of the band's name, "Big Daddy Weave." I like this arrangement of a classic with great words.

And if you've got to do your workout at the gym instead of outside where God intended, at least it can be done to Queen.
"Get on your bikes and ride!" began just as I moved from the treadmill to the exercise bike. No kidding.

I've been asked to write another article and I settled on the fourth commandment - Keep the Sabbath holy. I think probably 90% of Christians, maybe more, don't understand what that means. As a result, some think they're observing it and aren't while others think they shouldn't when they should. Can I cover all of this in less than 2500 words? I got about 40% of them used up already.

On of the workouts Josh put together for me involves jumping from side to side over a dumbbell set on the floor. Back and forth, back and forth, with feet together.
Knowing my natural propensity for total ineptitude at anything involving coordination I tried it without a dumbbell, just jumping back and forth over a stripe on the gym floor.
I am such a loser. It takes all the concentration I can muster to keep my feet together. When jumping to the right my right foot wants to lead the way, like a four-year old who has to get there first. Thankfully, it doesn't feel the same way jumping to the left. Wouldn't that be a disaster!
I can only guess what all those old people thought I was doing, jumping like a drunk kangaroo.