Ouch!
The Pope says contraceptives are still verboten, but that Catholics don't "have to breed like rabbits."
I think he should explain the methodology for that one.
I didn't make very good progress on my sermon today. I gotta do better tomorrow.
We're beginning a new series and I want to start strong, clear, and on target.
Sometimes the wisest thing to do is wave the white flag, call in reinforcements, and lick your wounds.
(How 'bout that for a sentence with more mixed metaphors than a cat has balloons?)
After three days of trying to install the truck's rear window I stopped at Safelight Auto Glass on the way to Starbucks and talked them into installing that and the windshield this Friday afternoon.
Chevy engineers were drinking again when they came up with this system. A rubber gasket goes around the glass with a slot for it to sit in, while a slot on the other side goes over the metal of the cab. That's normal. What isn't normal is that a third slot facing outward gets a mushroom-shaped rubber "locking strip" that really doesn't want to go in that slot. Applying enough pressure to get it in results in the window sliding to one side so far that by the time you get there with the locking strip...it ain't gonna happen.
I wrote "talked them into installing" because their computer program says they can't do installations on '59 Chevy trucks. Too many problems. But I pressed (OK, begged) and he found a way around their software, so the appointment is made. He told me that if the glass breaks they aren't responsible, but that's OK. I think the chances of an experienced installer breaking either piece is much smaller than me doing it.
The valley is starting to come alive. This afternoon on the way to the gym I spotted the blimp that's in town for the big PGA event, the Phoenix Open. Or it could be here for the NFL Pro-Bowl. Or a week early for the Super Bowl. The local airports are all adding flights, rental cars are at premium prices, and people making
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I just got off the phone with Geoff. We talked for almost an hour. Normally that wouldn't be noteworthy except that Geoff is in the village of Mibu, 5,000' up in the hills of Papua New Guinea, a location so remote that it's only accessible by helicopter.
Geoff & Shannon Husa and their four young children serve there under New Tribes Missions and Pathway supports them with finances and prayer. Geoff and I have email conversations often but this is the first time we've talked on the phone. He called via Skype and the connection was perfectly clear.
Ain't technology grand?!
I didn't make very good progress on my sermon today. I gotta do better tomorrow.
We're beginning a new series and I want to start strong, clear, and on target.
Sometimes the wisest thing to do is wave the white flag, call in reinforcements, and lick your wounds.
(How 'bout that for a sentence with more mixed metaphors than a cat has balloons?)
After three days of trying to install the truck's rear window I stopped at Safelight Auto Glass on the way to Starbucks and talked them into installing that and the windshield this Friday afternoon.
Chevy engineers were drinking again when they came up with this system. A rubber gasket goes around the glass with a slot for it to sit in, while a slot on the other side goes over the metal of the cab. That's normal. What isn't normal is that a third slot facing outward gets a mushroom-shaped rubber "locking strip" that really doesn't want to go in that slot. Applying enough pressure to get it in results in the window sliding to one side so far that by the time you get there with the locking strip...it ain't gonna happen.
I wrote "talked them into installing" because their computer program says they can't do installations on '59 Chevy trucks. Too many problems. But I pressed (OK, begged) and he found a way around their software, so the appointment is made. He told me that if the glass breaks they aren't responsible, but that's OK. I think the chances of an experienced installer breaking either piece is much smaller than me doing it.
The valley is starting to come alive. This afternoon on the way to the gym I spotted the blimp that's in town for the big PGA event, the Phoenix Open. Or it could be here for the NFL Pro-Bowl. Or a week early for the Super Bowl. The local airports are all adding flights, rental cars are at premium prices, and people making
(break)
I just got off the phone with Geoff. We talked for almost an hour. Normally that wouldn't be noteworthy except that Geoff is in the village of Mibu, 5,000' up in the hills of Papua New Guinea, a location so remote that it's only accessible by helicopter.
Geoff & Shannon Husa and their four young children serve there under New Tribes Missions and Pathway supports them with finances and prayer. Geoff and I have email conversations often but this is the first time we've talked on the phone. He called via Skype and the connection was perfectly clear.
Ain't technology grand?!
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