Phriday

This morning, in the relaxed environment of poolside, we prepared for our midweek meeting which is tonight. This is a pokey thing to do on a cell phone but with my tablet needing recharging I had no choice. As soon as I could I returned upstairs to retrieve the iPad. Leaving the elevator, I headed for the condo. Nearing a corner, a dreadful sound emerged. I instantly recognized it as the rolling wheels of the murderous mop bucket. An encounter was unavoidable and imminent. I immediately scanned the floor for signs of water, fearful another fall could mean kicking the bucket in more ways than one. I am relieved to report I made it safely to my door.

In other news our Internet service remains stubbornly spotty. Other people we know here report their's is good now so I am applying the scriptural counsel to keep on asking. You know, over and over, repeatedly, ceaselessly, unremittingly, non-stop, never-ending, relentless, without letup. As a matter of fact, if I recall correctly, there is also a Biblical illustration about a man knocking on someone's door in the middle of the night to ask for what he wanted.

I'm thinking about it.

I'm thinking about it.

We were amazed at the bus that took us to the meeting tonight. It looked like a brand new vehicle, in top shape, clean, comfortable, reupholstered seats, shock absorbers, windows tinted and uncracked. Also, the meeting was excellent quality and the new song sung like everyone had been practicing it at home for weeks.

Following the meeting about ten of us coincidentally caught the very same bus back ...

LED lights in the ceiling. Yes, that's Carol at left talking with two sisters. I sat on the back bench with another brother to let the sisters have the more easily accessible seats. The things we do for our precious ladies.