time and how to fill it....

I was at a memorial for a dear friend that recently passed, and although the speech was a little preachy for my taste, one section stood out and I had to fight back laughter and comments.

And God knows and loves everything about you down to the hairs on your head. Counting the hairs on a head is near impossible, but not for God. He knows and counts them because he loves you.

This may not be exactly how it went but it's close. I think it may not necessarily be cause he loves you that he knows the count of all the hairs on everyone's head.

He's got infinite time.

Really, what else is he going to do.

Rewards for kindness

It happened a few nights ago. I was out delivering an order at some apartments that had kind of a screwy numbering system that made it difficult to find a certain number apartment. In addition, the plaques displaying each buildings apartment numbers were poorly positioned or poorly lit.

So, I drive around a bit looking here and there for apartment #91. No luck.

In one of the parking lot divisions were a couple of kids, roughly 9 years of age, just hanging out around some of the landscaping. I pull up and stop to look for another numbers plaque and possibly ask the kids for directions.

As I'm looking at the buildings, I hear a li'l squeaky voice, "I like your car!"

"Thanks," says I, "I like it, too. Maybe ya'll can help me out." That's right. I say ya'll. "I'm looking for apartment 91. Do you know which building it might be in?"

The boy looks about and points. "I think it might be in that building there."

"Cool, thanks." And as I'm pulling closer, I hear the girl say, "He told you the wrong answer! I know where it is!" Turns out the boy was just visiting, and pulling a wild guess out of his ass.

After asking if she was sure she knew, and getting an enthusiastic confirmation, I follow her as she hops on her (or the boy's) bike. Sure enough, I was way off and she leads me right to it.

I take the food to the door and on the way back to my car I pocket $2.00 of my tip, drive back to where the kids are hanging about, and pull up to them again.

I feel a little creepy as I ask what the girl's name was. "E***" she tells me.

"Well, thank you, E***," I tell her and hand her the two dollars. "Ya'll have a good night."

As I'm driving off I hear her squealing and giggling. Both yell a thank you as I pull out of the parking lot. Hearing her excitement over the dollars kind of made my night. I definitely think kindness should be rewarded, especially when no reward is expected.

My biggest hope is that she kept both dollars and did not share with the boy.

Seriously!

If you're too daft to realize you almost merge into another car and then honk and frown at them, get out of your car and stay out. 

I'm driving home today and, after looking for a turn signal that wasn't there, start to pass a truck going 30 in a 40 mph zone. As I'm passing him, he seems to be either weaving, or slowly edging over. As our vehicles are lined up, he honks at me, again! What? Once I'm pretty much past him, he honks again! So reach out the window and waggle my pointer finger in the air as if to say, "Hey you! Be careful, someone could get hurt."

Reaching the (red) light not far up the road, he stops next to me and as I look at him he's scowling and shaking his head at me, like I was the one in the wrong. WTF? Seriously.

Honking and scowling is not something you have the right to do at someone you nearly merge into with your car. By age 75 or so, this is something you should realize.

Not trying to be rude, but his head reminded me of an imploded lump of lumpy mashed potatoes wearing huge glasses and a trucker cap. I'm just saying.

Update...

Yay for a new job! It feels good to be productive again, and doubly so because I'm doing something I really like to do. I'm working as a web designer for a small business that designs sites and logos for small (and large) businesses. So far there's only three people working here. Me, the boss, and her husband.

Downside to the job..hmm..my hands hurt a little more than normal, but that's just because I'm not used to typing so much at one time.

Upsides: I'm indoors in an office, at a desk with a computer. I've got steady hours and pretty good pay. I get to practice and enhance my web designing skills.

Woo!

The relationship with Darbi is back to a normal status at the moment....hopefully for the long run this time. We keep looking and talking about moving out of the Woodlands and either further out into the country or into a downtown-ish place. The Woodlands area is nice but we both think we'd rather have either woods, or city - not so much of the blend we find here.We'll see.

Lunch is almost over....back to the designing board...

Chris