Random Reflections

Details, details

Thursdays are my day off each week since Sundays are a work day.  I slept in a little and then worked around the house on projects.  My jeep was at the shop for new brakes and rotors in the front.  A nice $200 unexpected bill this month.  A small price to pay for being able to stop, I suppose.   My little red jeep is 9 and 1/2 years old.  It was my first car purchase and it has served me very well.  However, I know the day is coming very, very soon when I will need to get another vehicle.  I have no idea when or what I will get.  Maybe a Hummer . . .  or an Escort.  Just depends on how I’m feeling that day. 

Anyway – I spent the entire afternoon on the hunt for decorations and supplies for Common Ground’s new room at church.  We move into a new space this Sunday and I’m trying to get it all ready.  Its a cool diner/50s theme which I think is very fun and festive. I’ve got a few things ready for this Sunday but still several projects that will have to happen at a later date. I love dreaming up things but it is sometimes a challenge for me to do the details that are necessary to make the dreams a reality.  I start a lot of things but have trouble finishing them.  A perfect example is cross-stiching.  In middle school, I learned to cross stitch.  (where you put thread through fabric making little "x" that eventually look like a picture.)  At one time, I had five different cross-stitch projects going.  And I never finished any of them.  Not one. And I’ve done that with many other things as well.  So, as you can see I sometimes have trouble fini……

Played tennis tonight  with Michelle Terriquez (aka Barton) which was fun.  I am still really sore from kick-boxing but I managed to get some good hits in and some good exercise which is the point.  Then we had a good chance to catch up on life since she got married August 13.

Time to sign out.  Tomorrow is really hectic at work.  I need to get ready to be out of the office for basically 9 days and that always means lots of loose ends to tie up before I can go.

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