Yes, it's time for a post. There are some unfinished stories, but those can wait just a bit longer! This post was prompted by a recent conversation at Woods.
Somone has to much time on their hands or is deadly at Scrabble.
DORMITORY = DIRTY ROOM
PRESBYTERIAN = BEST IN PRAYER
ASTRONOMER = MOON STARER
DESPERATION = A ROPE ENDS IT
THE EYES = THEY SEE
GEORGE BUSH = HE BUGS GORE
THE MORSE CODE = HERE COME DOTS
SLOT MACHINES = CASH LOST IN ME
ANIMOSITY = IS NO AMITY
ELECTION RESULTS = LIES - LET'S RECOUNT
MOTHER-IN-LAW = WOMAN HITLER
SNOOZE ALARMS = ALAS! NO MORE Z'S
A DECIMAL POINT = IM A DOT IN PLACE
THE EARTHQUAKES = THAT QUEER SHAKE
ELEVEN PLUS TWO = TWELVE PLUS ONE
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Sunday, November 06, 2005
This is the Day
I had my doubts about going to the 6 hour lecture. A new acquaintance in Renton invited a supposedly well-known Australian authority on Bible translations to his home for an all day lecture. Being a controversial topic and seeing that the more I have read on it, the greater the controversy, I was at first hesitant to go. But being curious and always eager to learn something new I immediately committed. Besides, how could I miss my favourite Aussie accent? At least that part would sing.
The rather up-in-years Les Garrett commenced with a little background on his life and work. We were immediately surprised to hear that he was the author of "This is the Day", a classic song. He's been a pastor for 28 years and has retired and been travelling, preaching, and lecturing on Bible translation. ......to be cont.
The rather up-in-years Les Garrett commenced with a little background on his life and work. We were immediately surprised to hear that he was the author of "This is the Day", a classic song. He's been a pastor for 28 years and has retired and been travelling, preaching, and lecturing on Bible translation. ......to be cont.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Losing Cards
You stand to lose a lot of money at this game. Here's how it happened.
Thursday evening at 5pm i arrived at Chicago O'Hare airport from Seattle. My final destination was Grand Rapids, MI, however so I rented an Impala for the 4 hour drive around the lower part of lake Michigan.
Over an hour into the drive traffic was slow and I was hungry. So I stopped for a bit at an "Oasis" - those bridgelike structures over the highway that offer food and fuel as a quick stop. The traffic was simply horrible - 3 miles in 20 minutes. After another 2 hrs and about half way to my destination, the thought of a nice Macchiato or other Starbucks special got lodged in my mind, so I used my best instincts to quickly locate one a few miles off the highway.
Here's where the fun began. I reached in my back pocket for my card holder. It was gone. A quick search of every pocket was futile. I searched them over and over trying to convince myself I just wasn't quite all there. No use. A thorough search of the car revealed nothing as well.
Yes, now I remembered where I'd left it... sure, it was at that restaurant... oh, that's 2 hours in the opposite direction and it's 9pm. I had looked at the guy in line behind me - was he the type that would report it? i didn't think so. Maybe. Would the cashier have found it first? not likely. 3 credit cards, a debit card, starbucks card, and more - and this is I-294 in Chicago.
Ok, I don't have much cash with me, and this is a fine way to start out. I'll just get online somehow, place my cards on hold, and find the restaurant phone number. Next challenge, Starbucks has internet but I can't pay for it. The Starbucks manager kindly wrote directions backtracking to a Panera Bread. They have free internet. 20 minutes later I walked in the door at Panera. The manager appeared and rudely said they were closing and don't like loiterers. I briefly explained the urgent matter and even offered to pay him for the trouble. He simply said, "Ok, get it done and get out." Amazingly I was able to find all the numbers in a few minutes, stepped outside and made all the phone calls to place the cards on hold. The restaurant never answered though.
With that done, I decided to forget about it until the next morning and just drive the 2.5 hrs remaining. I finally arrived in GR at 1:30am.
....
Next morning. I made one more search of the car beforing I would phone the restaurant. I opened the car door, glanced around a bit and immediately noticed the card holder right in plain sight. How it completely escaped my search of the previous evening was baffling. It was simply a miracle - or so i felt. 20 minutes later I released all the cards again and everything was back to normal. What a relief.
I might not have lost a cent here, but just wait until you here the rest of the story.
Thursday evening at 5pm i arrived at Chicago O'Hare airport from Seattle. My final destination was Grand Rapids, MI, however so I rented an Impala for the 4 hour drive around the lower part of lake Michigan.
Over an hour into the drive traffic was slow and I was hungry. So I stopped for a bit at an "Oasis" - those bridgelike structures over the highway that offer food and fuel as a quick stop. The traffic was simply horrible - 3 miles in 20 minutes. After another 2 hrs and about half way to my destination, the thought of a nice Macchiato or other Starbucks special got lodged in my mind, so I used my best instincts to quickly locate one a few miles off the highway.
Here's where the fun began. I reached in my back pocket for my card holder. It was gone. A quick search of every pocket was futile. I searched them over and over trying to convince myself I just wasn't quite all there. No use. A thorough search of the car revealed nothing as well.
Yes, now I remembered where I'd left it... sure, it was at that restaurant... oh, that's 2 hours in the opposite direction and it's 9pm. I had looked at the guy in line behind me - was he the type that would report it? i didn't think so. Maybe. Would the cashier have found it first? not likely. 3 credit cards, a debit card, starbucks card, and more - and this is I-294 in Chicago.
Ok, I don't have much cash with me, and this is a fine way to start out. I'll just get online somehow, place my cards on hold, and find the restaurant phone number. Next challenge, Starbucks has internet but I can't pay for it. The Starbucks manager kindly wrote directions backtracking to a Panera Bread. They have free internet. 20 minutes later I walked in the door at Panera. The manager appeared and rudely said they were closing and don't like loiterers. I briefly explained the urgent matter and even offered to pay him for the trouble. He simply said, "Ok, get it done and get out." Amazingly I was able to find all the numbers in a few minutes, stepped outside and made all the phone calls to place the cards on hold. The restaurant never answered though.
With that done, I decided to forget about it until the next morning and just drive the 2.5 hrs remaining. I finally arrived in GR at 1:30am.
....
Next morning. I made one more search of the car beforing I would phone the restaurant. I opened the car door, glanced around a bit and immediately noticed the card holder right in plain sight. How it completely escaped my search of the previous evening was baffling. It was simply a miracle - or so i felt. 20 minutes later I released all the cards again and everything was back to normal. What a relief.
I might not have lost a cent here, but just wait until you here the rest of the story.
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