February 9, 2010 8:15 PM 12 days to go

"I don't know what to give you!"

This was what I heard from the post office clerk after the following sequence of events. I bought $3.28 worth of goods and gave her a $5 bill. Not wanting all the change in return, after she had entered the $5 and the machine calculated the change, I said that I thought that I had the 28 cents. This not being true, I gave her 35 cents instead. Now, of course, the change as calculated by the machine was wrong and she was hopelessly lost. I said give me $2.07 (which she immediately did) and, in the process, I guess I blew my opportunity to make some money.

What have we come to? I'm used to having teenagers not being able to make change - but a postal clerk?

Other than this adventure, the bulk of the rest of the day was spent shopping for the party on the 21st. It's a little difficult to do so when we have no idea how many people are going to be there. But, in true Greek fashion, the amount of food and drink will be far more than is necessary. So, I am sure that no one will starve or die of thirst.

I guess that my talk on the 21st is all done. I've massaged it so many times that I don't think that there is much more that I can do. Besides, for all these types of talks, it's not what I want to say, it's what God wants me to say. Over the next twelve days I'll just polish up the delivery and I think that I'll be fine.

Tomorrow, back to the bathroom project...

Bob