back to the compass

it's about twenty to eleven as i begin this, in the a.m.  going to be hot again today.  i hope i don't have too much come up outside to get done.  have the air running while i took care of some things and its nice and cool in here.

i got up and didn't pray today.  that was different, and i'm appreciative of the fact that not praying is odd for me again.  i did a few things that needed to be done, uploaded Rachel's reading onto Youtube and fb and sent out another kite for nominations, i designed a flyer to be sent out as a paid advert later and i stripped my bed so i can remake it as the fitted sheet keeps popping off.  i went to the gym, decided weights today and treadmill tomorrow, and i realized sitting on a weight machine that i'd forgotten to pray this morning.  so i stopped my workout, bowed my head and prayed.  and life resumed, in the orbit it should be in.
thing that i realize is, the path of prayer and no prayer looks the same from the outside...for awhile, it looks the same on the inside too.  but for a person of prayer, the longer without praying, the stranger the road gets.  until, eventually, you don't know where you are at all anymore.  that's why i know enough now to just stop and give Jehovah what belongs to him.
i left the gym, came home and took insulin and meds and made an omelet and sausage and a piece of toast for breakfast.  the omelet was onion, spinach, mushroom and tomatoes with blue cheese and cheddar.  i ran dishwater, had coffee and water and went to my parent's house.

i hooked up the new Sprint box and changed a tangle of wires behind my mother's chair into a less-tangled group of wires in a power strip.  i got the sequencing of the phones right, to where the downstairs phones are all working.  i told my mother one of the batteries needs changing in a phone, and since my dad left as i was coming in to an appointment, i didn't have a chance to tell him that he has to check the upstairs phones.  but that's not a problem.  he'll know one way or the other.

that's all i have right now, i'm going to write more later.

it's just after 7pm now.  it's been every bit as hot as it seemed it would be.  i did the nothing that i intended to do.  i slept a bit and i ate some food and i watched some television.  i wrote a piece to a picture i doctored of a friend.  i tried to call the Oakland for their open house itinerary but got no answer.  i washed dishes, got the coffee pot ready for tomorrow and i'm now on my bed.  Rachel called and i didn't answer.  i called back and she didn't answer.  it's too hot for this shit.

i'm thinking the phone must be working at my parent's house, or i would have gotten a call.  of course, if the phones weren't working at my parent's house, i wouldn't have gotten a call either.  life is odd sometimes.

thank you, Jehovah, for a peaceful day.