I'm not a proponent of the King James Version and the notion that it's the only inspired translation is so bogus as to be beyond intelligent discussion. That said, I was raised on the KJV and my memory still says some verses in that form because they are such a part of my brain's hard drive. And it's hard to argue that in some places the wording of the KJV is just too good to leave behind. My list of favorite KJV phrases includes:
- "Lewd fellows of the baser sort" from Acts 17:5
- "What meaneth then this bleating of sheep in my ears?" from 1 Sam. 15:14
- "May the Lord deal with me every so severely if _______" from a number of places from the book and time of the Judges.
Your favorites?
I did 3 miles and did a negative split, dropping a minute off the return leg. I'm whooped.
I'd planned on doing a 10k in Estacada on Sept. 22 but between our trip to CA for a week and Phoenix next week my training was too irregular to turn in a good time. Plus, it's two hours away and a relatively expensive race.
This morning I found another 10k the Saturday of Thanksgiving week here in Springfield. It's an out-and-back, cheaper, and (best of all) has age divisions of 5 years instead of 10. There will probably be more runners so placing in my age division is probably unrealistic but I'll still train as though I have a shot at it. Like coming back from a three mile run totally exhausted.
Most of my day was spent working on the trailer. I'm taking pictures when I complete each stage, mostly so I'll have a record of how it's constructed. I'll wait to post them until the trailer is all done just in case I totally screw something up and have to take it apart for a redo.
I got the base and three of the four sides done today. Tomorrow I'll work on the fourth side and then start on the lids.
But that will be in the afternoon. I'm spending the morning with David, Marta's husband. They live on 300 beautiful acres, some of it fenced pasture for horses and goats and most of it heavily forested with Douglas fir trees.
Several years ago one of David's horses died and he was very disappointed with the way the outfit that came to take it away conducted themselves through that process. So he decided to start up his own business. When someone has a horse that dies or has to be put down David goes to pick up the animal and brings it back to their place for burial. He notes where it's buried so that the owners can come visit the grave site any time they want.
He quickly got a reputation for handling what is often a very emotional event for the owners with sensitivity and at a very reasonable cost. He goes as far as the Portland area two hours away to pick up horses and his business has grown by word of mouth only.
Tomorrow he's going to Lebanon to pick up a horse and I'm doing a "ride along." David and Marta are really good people, he's one of those guys who knows how to do everything and is a great source of knowledge, and it should be an interesting experience. We'll leave at 7:30, get b'fast on the way, and be back around noon.
No, I probably won't have pics. Don't want to rile up the haters.
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