The morning went well. (It's lunchtime as I'm writing this portion of the post.) I decided yesterday that I didn't like my sermon for next Sunday so I ditched it and started on another this morning. Much better.
I came home and went for a 4 mile run that wasn't agony, and then mucked out the barn. That's a Monday task and every week I battle three large goats who are absolutely certain this is an event that requires their presence and close oversight.
It's now noon, 78 degrees headed for a high of 96, and the reason getting the barn cleaned needed to happen before afternoon and its rising temps.
(Late afternoon:) For several years we've supported Geoff & Shannon Husa, missionaries with New Tribes (now known as Ethnos360). Along with their four kids they work with the Mibu tribe in Papua New Guinea. I could try to explain how significant their work is, but suffice it to say that before they showed up (by helicopter, the only way in/out of this very remote area) the Mibu had never seen white people, never heard of Jesus and had no written language. Now they have a thriving church and Geoff is translating the Bible, one book at a time.
On Facebook this morning Geoff posted this picture. One of the women in the village had her achilles tendon cut by someone else using a bush knife in the garden. Geoff sewed up the skin and now she has to be transported in this contraption down the mountain, a 2-day walk, to the one significant city in PNG where hopefully a dr. can sew the tendon back together. They they'll carry her back to the village.
So, what have you complained about today?
I made some adjustments to Sally's driver-side door this afternoon and it's much better. The latch alignment is spot on and the gaps are good (not perfect). I can certainly live with this until I tear the body apart for prep and paint. I'll get anal at reassembly. Mostly I like that the door opens and closes with factory smoothness.
I drove Sally to the coffee shop this morning and to the Post Office this afternoon. I like the girl. A '66 Mustang is the perfect size - big enough that I don't feel like I'm in a sardine can but small enough that it maneuvers easily in parking lots. The six cyl. engine provides plenty of power for a car that light and runs with the smoothness straight six engines are known for. No, I won't be burning rubber away from any stop signs, but it feels spritely, and at my age that's just fine. Some days (like today) I wish I had a ton of money and could get the exterior looking as good as the interior and matching the mechanicals of the car, but I don't have even a hundred pounds of money, so that will just have to wait. In the meantime it's nice to have a car that's reliable and fun to drive.
The weather guy on TV says we will likely break all records for heat on Wednesday. They're telling people to check on those with health problems, old people, and those without air conditioning.
It bothers me that that we're two out of three.
At dinnertime it was 92 inside.
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