Stories and other stuff

I said something the other day that wasn't right.  I didn't lie but the reasons bad things kind of started to happen again had absolutely nothing to do with speaking to my dear friend Tami Jo.  Those things seemed to happen in the past to keep us apart but what happened Monday had nothing to do with her.  I just didn't know it at the time. They happened to let me know about stewardship.  I wanted to take a class on stewardship and I am.  Just not the class I wanted.  My instructor has far far better lessons than any man could give and that's what started on Monday. The truck issue is attributable to a lack of stewardship.  I checked the oil the other day but didn't check the other fluids.  That's on me.  My truck is the only vehicle I have and I need to pay closer attention to her needs.  Chevron is a girl because I say so.  She's also a tank and dependable.  I need to keep her that way. The getting torn up by the pussyca...

I'm on this kick lately to fix stuff.  I'm still upset about my truck being low on anti-freeze and having to leave work just a bit early because I want to start building my leave balances back up.  I've tried to divest myself of the things in my life that were causing me problems.  I kind of tongue in cheek blamed those things on the "Tami Jo" curse which of course doesn't exist. There were times I think that God did use circumstances to keep us apart but the things that happened to me on Monday evening had nothing to do with that. It's just mischief and a lack of attention to detail on my part.   I check the oil in the truck and it would have been so simple to just do the same to the coolant.  It has a plastic bottle and I could have lifted the cap to check the level instead of glancing at it.  From the bottle it looked like the coolant level was up but there are some deposits in the cooling system that will require it to be flushed out.  For ...

I'm not looking for something for nothing.  However, if you'd like to send the following items over I would appreciate it. I could use a gallon of Benjamin Moore Aura paint in a medium gray tint.  Don't have the money for Aura?  Neither do I.  Super Spec will do just fine.  Same shade, please. If you have a clothes dryer you're not using, I could use it.  If you have two clothes dryers you're not using, I'm pretty sure my roomie downstairs would love to have it.  If you'd feel really good about buying me the shiny new red front-loader washer and dryer, by all means, who am I to deny you? I could use a car that doesn't get ten miles to the gallon.  I love my truck, but I'd like to park it more than I drive it.  My roomie again could also use a newer car.  If you have a couple laying around, feel free to drop them off here. Another handy thing to have would be bathroom vanities.  I'm in the market for two of these.  I wil...

I don't know why these things happen except to say that I talked to my friend Tami Jo today.  And the onslaught of things that generally happen when I do that started at lunchtime.  It's been merciless. I was in the truck listening to a Bible study program about being in God's will when the heater started blowing cold air.  I pulled out the headlight knob and checked the temp gauge which was climbing toward hot.  I let it sit until it cooled off and told my boss I didn't want to deal with trying to have to get the thing home at one a.m. in case I didn't make it.  I didn't want to leave early.  My boss had a good idea to run to the shopette and get a gallon of coolant.  They were closed for inventory. I decided to come home.  There is a gallon jug of coolant that may be coolant.  It may also just be water.  It wasn't mine.  It's a leftover from when my old roommate/GF's car got totaled on our first date. I have a story for ever...

I am almost finished painting my bedroom. Almost. I used to have this thing about not finishing things I started.  There are still little bits of projects that need just one more thing to make them done.  It seemed that when I almost finished them, it was late at night and almost done never quite changed into done-done.  You'd probably not notice the imperfections, but I know they're there. Almost in this case will turn into done-done tomorrow and Sunday.  I need to paint closet doors and repaint the trim around them.  I've touched up everything and I'm satisfied that no yellow or purplish-pink (which was supposed to be lilac but didn't quite turn out that way) is showing through the "in the midnight hour" blue.  I painted the ceiling a flat white and the trim and doors will be a bright white.  The trim I added around the window really makes the room look different.  The white really contrasts against the blue and makes the windows look bigg...

I have a couple of praises to God to share with you today.  It's going to be short, but worth mentioning. On Saturday, the oven downstairs didn't work.  It does now, thanks to a reset circuit breaker.  My roomie told me it didn't work.  I cycled the breakers but missed one.  A quick check of the outlet showed that one of the two wires wasn't carrying power.  I was pulling out of the driveway when I thought maybe it would be a good idea to turn off the breaker for the power so I didn't burn the house down, so with the aid of a couple of two-way radios I own, we determined the breaker for the stove was the one I missed. Just for fun, I cycled it and had the roomie check the stove.  It works; that's all it was, and we're back in business.  God is good to me so I didn't have to call a repairman or worse. Bucket got out this morning.  I have absolutely no idea how.  I didn't even know he was gone until I got the phone call.  I know...

My bedroom got purplish pink because someone asked me to paint it.  I picked girly colors.  I didn't paint it that way for me.  I painted it that way for the former when she said she was coming home.  It was yellow.  Now it's blue. With white trim.  Tomorrow I get a fresh gallon of the white I used to paint it the trim before and prime and paint the trim I added around the windows.  The ceiling is white again after two coats of ceiling paint.  The walls are now "In the Midnight Hour" blue; it's close to the cornflower blue Crayola crayon.  With the white trim it looks just like the picture I saw online. Painting it was not cathartic.  I was excited when I painted it last time in the hope that I was gonna have a second chance.  It didn't quite work that way.  Hey, things happen, though, and I just never got around to painting it. It wasn't that I didn't want to .  I just didn't want to. Yeah, I know, but it's the best...