it is saturday afternoon. i go soon to help dick and linda stiansen move back into the washington ave. house. it's been an interesting day. earlier this week had michalak put a new battery in because of starting problem. this a.m. at ace in harleysville the car was dead again. a guy tapped on the starter and it started so maybe now i need a starter. can't complain. the car has had few problems. the battery was in it since i bought it in 01. hopefully, now that i have the smutes i can finish up the little that is left tonight. i hope to patch the flat roofs before starting to work on the iron fence. well see.
been thinking about the idea of being a slave. a servant would have some degree of 'rights' but a slave would have very little if any. i thot of the verse 'you are not your own. you were brought with a price. therefore glorify God in your body'. i don't act like a slave. i tend to still do what i want a good bit...can't even imagine what it would be like to never do what i want but only what Jesus wants.
having trouble with brita faucet filter. water sprays out when i turn it on. brita sent 3 different couplings. water still sprays. today they had sent a washer and screening unit. water still squirts. so far a number of hours have gone by in talking on the phone and trying to make what is sent work.
i've deleted quite a bit of what has been typed. this has happened for the last several weeks. i've tired of my own words as they tend to be very self-centered and many times negative and self-righteous. i used to be proud of my foam and fury. now i can barely stand to listen to myself talk....so i have recently shifted to 'other people's words'... typing, typing, typing, TYPING..endless typing...for what? so i have no interest in typing what i'm thinking or what other people are thinking. above, you have a third option: banality. nope. no can do!
what's left? maybe i could have an online bible study. naw. what has been coming to me more and more is to just shut up and do something. maybe i should give up these stupid letters altogether. i don't see that they are of any use to you guys and they are an albatross around my neck, a waste of time all around. maybe i'll just type a few words each week and that way when you see the tag you'll know i'm still breathing...also, it just occurred that soon i may not have access to these computers, so that will be the easy answer. honestly, i still like to talk, if you want, but in some way which doesn't involve either monologues, negativity or banality.
two teenage girls across from me just started talking about having sex with so and so and not with so and so. about 10 seconds was all i could take and said, 'would you girls talk about that somewhere else. that's private...at that point another man piped in with a similar comment and so far we are spared from further. another reason it would be nice to be unshackled from the computer.
so, in fin, i may or may not type something. i'll try to only type avoiding all the stuff mentioned above.
hope you have a good week. love, dad
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