We're in the market for a 3rd car, for the Pasty One, which means I'm doing the leg work via craigslist, cars.com, & other such vehicles to get a vehicle. Combing through the scams & the foolish is almost amusing. Like someone else's definition of what a 'super clean' car is. Goodness. I'm not talking about the soda can behind the seat, or the collection of McDouble-cheeseburger wrappers from the last month that somehow haven't been removed yet. It's the ground in filth in the upholstery, the body beat by something akin to a sledgehammer, & the puzzled look on the face of the wannabe seller when I ask, "THIS is the car in the picture?" Wow.
I feel a blog run coming on - I referred to a coming post on 'heart checkups', but I'm also contemplating friendship, trust & disappointment. There's been several in our blog-world that have written about current situations that they're going through, & that, coupled with a few of my own current experiences, has led to the examination of relationships with others, & trying to tell the difference between losing trust & being disappointed by another.
On that same note, the nebulous definition of 'friends' is up for discussion. Maybe its the proliferation of MySpace/Facebook 'friends' - where one pseudo-connects with people in a virtual social network, people that they wouldn't talk to if they were in the same room, let alone be 'real friends' -(scoey definition to follow) with. Maybe I'll write it as 'Friends do, friends don't...'
TheBean has informed me that my book needs to be finished soon :). She is done working her current job in 2 1/2 years (self-proclaimed end of the road.) That means the book has to be done within the year, so it can be shopped, bought (!), edited, published, & promo'd. It's a dream. And it's going to happen.
I was invited to write a short-piece again for Advance magazine. The editor is a friend of mine, & for some reason, he asks me to do this a couple times a year. I'll be writing on the assigned topic 'the importance of maintaining our heart & conscience', which is a 500-600 word response to an article written in 1620 by Susanna Wesley's dad. The sound you heard was me tooting my own proverbial horn.
1 month out from a trip to Deutschland - a 12-day excursion into the unknown of new relationships, growing deeper in old ones, & mining the depths of long-term calling. I'm flying solo.
We're going to Scheel's tonight as a fam - to walk the store, buy some trinkets (like fudge) & take in the newest experience in 'sports style consumerism...'
Got a letter (an email actually) written to & about me & our church family. And it was a positive one, full of thanks, appreciation, & hope. In the aftermath of what 'getting a letter' has come to mean over the last year, this was a breath of fresh air. Boo-yah!
The search for the vehicle has put me in the awkward, yet necessary position of interacting, 'discussing' & negotiating with perfect strangers, something that I have found to be as weird as I thought it would be. There's always the thought, "Is this guy going to be the psycho-killer that my mom warned me about?" It's led to my communicating with several someones to let them know what I'm doing, where I'm going, & when I should be done. And if they don't hear from me by the appointed time, then they know to call in the cavalry. Or at least Chuck Norris.
I'm off again in a few minutes to do it again; & I'm bringing backup with me.