Why is it that long weeks make for short weekends?

Of course part of my weekend was spent in the attic, (I'm still hurting from the strange posture I had to use to maneuver around and work on the attic fan). Then it was probably culture shock to my body to work bent over the fender of my pickup truck replacing the blower fan motor.

Of course I have strange remedies, I got in the shower with a bottle of Gatorade and slowly decreased the temperature of the shower water. I cooled down and replenished my fluid and electrolyte levels at the same time.

I'm still mulling over the strange rules from Kathryn's softball game. Weird.

Yesterday Ollie called to talk with Krl and before it was all over Addison got on the phone and visited with Krl and I both. She sounded good. It seems that Aunt M was taking her to some sort of festival in the park. It is amazing how much difference a week makes. It was only a week ago that the hillbilly follies were raging and Ollie said she would never care for or take her hillbilly sister's child anywhere!

About one o'clock I left the house to run just a few errands. Petsmart, Wal-Mart, and finally Target. On the way there I did stop and fuel my truck for the coming week. I feel so crazy. I fueled the truck, I bought dog food, coarse ground black pepper, and antacid and only had enough left from a hundred dollar bill to buy Chris and my breakfast at the Golden Arches Dinner Club this morning!

Mid afternoon, I turned the oven on, then about four I fired the grill and seasoned some little steaks and German sausage I had purchased Saturday. Krl did the inside prep and I did the outside. It all came off together and was scrumptious. Best part is there were some left overs for lunch this week!

Seeing Michelle at Kathryn's softball game has brought our old Sunday School class back to mind. For the most part it was a small group. Lots of good memories. I can remember how empowering it was to join hands and encircle a classmate asking for our prayers. I can remember how moving it was to hear my name mentioned specifically in prayers on a regular basis. I don't know that I had ever had that occur before. Probably the biggest thing I gained from that class was the prayer process. Be specific. If I don't remember anything else, I will always remember Terry's lesson about not being able to praise GOD and curse GOD from the same mouth. One of the most enjoyable things was the class participation in the Oasis meals on Wednesday night. Who would have ever thought we had a natural salad bar manager in our midst. (If Terry is ever shown the door at ACU he has a new career path).

I will always believe that the class would have survived the turmoil which saw it disband. In fact I think it might have ended up stronger. Of course now we will never know. I suppose the best thing is that my first thoughts of the class are positive, and not negative. I still think it is ironic that the the class name was Living Jesus. Yet the class disbanded. When I reflect on WWJD, I don't think quitting was one of his options.

I missed a phone call over night from Jeanetta. She was wanting to check on Pepa's scheduled treatment this Wednesday. She has been sick herself, I think more a reaction to her medications than her physical ailment. We talked about twenty minutes or until I was losing my phone tower.

Later I called Ollie to wish her "Happy Birthday". I told her she was getting to be an old woman! She responded that if that was true I must be ancient since I'm her Dad. I told her that fact hadn't been substantiated since the DNA tests I have requested have not happened yet. I'm still thinking she may belong to the trashman or the milkman. If so, I'm gonna want a lot of child support money back!

Surprisingly, Chris and my Monday has been pretty steady. A little fabrication assembly project for a customer in the the shop, then a couple of easy sales followed by what appears to be on going research for another customer. One funny happening, Chris was trying to set me up to log in on the computer so I wouldn't log in on someone else's name and number. Somehow I have ended up showing as the sales Rep on EVERY ticket that has been generated since. I told Chris he can't stand to upset me or his star salesman will hit the door, with his customers! We have a pretty good time even though we are working. I think that goes with me anywhere I go.

I used to tell people that were leaving my employ at the trucking business that they may work in lots of other places, they may make more money, but they will NEVER work anywhere that they have more fun than we did!

I had never heard of floor mats with sideboards but we had a customer come in today requesting some. Luckily I was able to look at an old set he has and get a manufacturer and model number! So far the computer has yielded no results so we wait for a call from the chain's support.

I may go on line and find a website.

I am cautiously optimistic. I received a call Friday from my negotiator in the defunct business's tax matter and she told me she needed three things to clarify some issues with the government official in Memphis. For some odd reason the government official is saying I am shielding some farm equipment and farmland from the process. Funny thing is, there is a letter from FSA Credit to the Regional Director of the same government branch that the official in Memphis works for. It sure seems like one hand doesn't know what the other is doing. The subject matter in the letter had to do with the foreclosure and sale of the farmland and the farm equipment in 2005 and the need to vacate or circumvent a government tax lien to allow for the sale. The Regional Director approved the sale and it's criteria.

Best part is, apparently these are the only issues that need to be resolved. I am hoping that I am seeing light at the end of the tunnel and not another train coming towards me! I am hopeful that I can become a private citizen again soon!

Have a day!

FATHER, renew me daily!