Go the doctor, you’ll get better in a week. Stay home and treat yourself, you’ll get better in seven days.
Corollary: If you take the latter course, you won’t be out the $30 co-pay or the $20 prescription that will “only ease the symptoms.”
A digital commonplace for a Regular Guy called Charlie Pharis
Great! Now it sounds like somebody’s shootin’ up the neighborhood with a shotgun…thanks, pal!
I’ve been really digging the Hillsong CD God He Reigns lately. One reviewer said it’s a great blend of the “classic” Hillsong stuff and the newer, younger, hipper United material. Whatever. All I know is it’s been leading me into the presence of God in a big, powerful way.
A couple of notes from this weekend…
4:00 a.m. is going to get here pretty early. See you later…
I’ve been notoriously slack in setting – and achieving – good effective goals. I’ve been thinking about that over the last couple of days. I figured up that just a little over 12% of 2008 has already passed by, leaving just under 88% of the year to accomplish some goals. In what’s left of this year, here are some of my objectives…
Overheard another conversation this morning that went something like this…
Person #1: So, you got a big weekend planned?
Person #2: Oh, you know…the usual…honey-do list and all that.
I decided I don’t ever want to answer that weekend question like that ever again. My answer of choice from this weekend on needs to be something like this…
Person #1: So, you got a big weekend planned?
Me: As a matter of fact, I do! I’m going to help change somebody’s life!
What about you? You got a big weekend planned?
I talked to two people back-to-back this morning at the YMCA. One has been out of work for months. His excited comment: “I may actually get to go to work on Monday!” The other person’s cynical and rather angry comment: “Well, I’ve got to go to work now!” Interesting contrast…
Oh, a couple of other New Spring-related items from my Snowy Sunday…
Be someone whose private passion for God out steps their public passion.
I can’t remember where I heard or read this quote first…
Calling a road race a ‘marathon’ would be like calling a regatta a ‘titanic.’
Hmmm…
Still got The Derailers on my mind, in my ears, and out my speakers! What else is in there, you ask? Well, you didn’t ask, but since I told the woman from the paper today that the main thing I like about blogging is that I don’t have to get anybody else’s permission to write what I think, I can put it down here if I want to! So there!
…you got it! And I hope all you folks who wanted some winter are happy! Man! I hate – yep, that’s H-A-T-E! – that cold white stuff that’s steadily falling from the sky!
Funny, there’s already a massive shortage of bread and milk at our local mega-mart. Why bread and milk, anyway? I asked that question to no one in particular at our YMCA today, and people responded with some variation of the following…
Because you can always eat the bread and you can put the milk outside to stay cold if the power goes out.
What?!?!? There’s a lot of other stuff you can eat besides bread (Confucius say: Man does not live by bread alone; he must have peanut butter). And you can put anything – not just milk! – outside to stay cold if the power goes out! But there they were, lined up in our mega-mart, toting gallons of milk and loaves of bread! Go figure!
Anyway, if you wanted some winter, and if you think the snow and inevitable ice is a good thing, then God bless you! Personally, I’m praying it’ll turn 70 degrees before morning!