Ah the glories of the small town

My wife and I own a 1970 Mercedes (imagined cool link to picture). It is classic. Since we live in the mountains, whenever I drive it I feel as if I am in a 1960's film in Monaco. It's had some problems adjusting to the altitude and cold, since it grew up in the Bay area. I took it to my mechanic, and he told me, "Willie is your man. I'm not to comfortable with Mercedes', but Willie is good. Call him after hours."

So I call Willie on thursday evening, and he tells me he's going to come up to my place. Nice German accent. He came this morning, spent about an hour working on my carbuerators, and tells me that they are in good shape. I sat there with him, and I found out he is orignally from Poland, and lived for a time in Germany. His wife spoke no English, and I think they must have spoken Polish or German to eachother. He lately moved from LA, and is working whatever job he can- heavy machinery for the local trash service. He wants to build a up a client base of foreign cars and motorcycles. He thought it was beautiful up here, noticed the sequioas by the gates. He tells me that there are a few things that need a little attention, but I have a beaut of a car. "How much do I owe you?" "Nothing." Wow. I love small towns.

Credit, of course, must also go to Willie, who will receive my business in the future. And my appreciation, which means more to me than money.

I just started "A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius." I like it. I would always to read something wonderful, and I think this might be.

Cory says I should use the spell check

I tried, but I wasn't patient enough to wait for the thing to work.

Comment about that, Cory!

cory is about to blog about my blog

Oh Crap. I must blog before Cory does to prepare my wonderful blog for the flood of magnificent, well thought, or humorous comments that will come, and blogger will email me about at my email address that I no longer check.

I drove to the south end of Fresno with Lamar and we pciked up a 14 ft U-Haul and drove it to the Pleasant Mattress Company where we picked up 104 camp mattresses, and yes it was pleasant. They brought out two towering palettes of blue mattresses and we all laughed, trying to imagine them fitting in the U-Haul. Our man loaded like a champ and Lamar and I had only one mattress crammed into the cab with us. I couldn't see Lamar all the way across our nice truck. Don't worry, we made it, everything is all done with the mattresses.

I would like to write something more thoughtful, to join in with all the wonderful conversations about our Jesus and how his kingdom works, but I never know what the right questions are to ask people. How do we involve Jesus in our lives daily as we live with open hands and hearts towards others, towards Christ? How?

blessings