Sometimes I think I have the best job in the world, and today is one of those. I get to deliver the timeless Word of God, with all its contained wisdom and power, to people for whom it can be transformative. Which is to say that it's Tuesday and I am already totally geeked about my sermon for this Sunday.
Thank you, Father, that I have this great privilege, but with it a correspondingly great responsibility. Help me to be ever thankful for the former and ever mindful of the latter.
I went first to O'Reilly's to get a one gallon can of carb soak and a larger hose clamp for the upper radiator hose (Rambler). From there to Home Depot to get three rolls of Quick Roof, which has a great off-label use as sound deadening insulation (VW). And from there to Starbucks to work on the aforementioned sermon. I was ready this time. I practiced while walking in from the parking lot and spit out my order like a pro.
Sharpie in hand she asked me, "What name should I give your drink?"
I'm sure she meant, "What's your name?" so the barrista could look at the cup and call my name when my tall (small) skinny (non-fat) mocha was ready, but it struck me funny. I thought about naming my drink Joe, but that seemed too obvious. How about Bjorn? That would give me the opportunity to watch her puzzle over the spelling of a good Scandinavian name. Kjell would guarantee the (incorrect) phonetic spelling, Shell.
It's good to have grown up in a thoroughly Scandinavian 'hood.
Because nobody likes a smart a** I gave her my real name, which I had to repeat. I almost always do. "Craig" requires careful enunciation and my voice range is low enough that even if I try to say it clearly they usually need it repeated. I think it's the g at the end, but the long "ay" also gets lost.
Sometimes I'm weary or distracted and just say "Fred" to make it easier on both of us.
I'm pretty good at getting there/their/they're correct, and I know to be on the alert for its/it's. I've taught myself when to use who instead of that when referring to persons, and thanks to my friend Sherry I now use eager instead of anxious when I'm looking forward to something. But today I did some writing and was surprised to find I'd used roll when I meant role. Repeatedly.
English is stoopid.
I do not understand women's fashions. I've mentioned here before that IMHO a great many women who do, shouldn't adorn their derrière with attention-drawing sequins. Today I saw a gal carrying a purse that reminded me of a 6-year old's crayon drawing. This was a pretty big purse. I tried to imagine this gal in a Macy's looking at a row of purses and saying, "Oh! That's cute!" and paying... how much? ...for it. Did the gal at the register agree, or snicker? "(I can't believe ladies buy this stuff.)"
I'm really glad I'm male. Blue jeans, khakis, and two pair of slacks. Cargo shorts and running shorts for summer heat. A handful of unremarkable dress shirts, an equal number of equally unremarkable polo shirts, and a dozen or so T-shirts. Black dress shoes, running shoes, and sandals.
Good to go.
Have you seen the ad for this dating site on TV? Both the ad and the site are low budget operations. The ad almost embarrassing so. But I suppose it fits the demographic.
As you can tell, it's been an ADD day. The above was interrupted by bursts of household chores, tree pruning, and the installation of a new distributor rotor and ignition coil. And the day isn't done.
All of this, sans caffeine - except for that tall skinny latte.
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