Perhaps I'm luckier than I think, or God smiles on me more often than He gets credit for. Either way, we still had heat this weekend - apparently our neighborhood is fed by a different line than the one which ruptured. This made for a much happier weekend. Friday night we went to a special meeting at BCC concerning some planned construction projects. Saturday we did laundry, took a nap, then went out for some quick shopping, followed by a trip to Green Hills to see Phantom. Sunday we went to church, went shopping with Miranda, then came home, put up a new ceiling fan, and crashed. Not a bad weekend, all in all. I tried to keep my mind off work, but it's hard sometimes. I'm not good at making major decisions, and this one will no doubt determine which way my career goes from here. Right now I'm waiting for the storm clouds to clear so that I can see things a little clearer.
Like a bad penny.... We used to scuba dive as our hobby, a hobby which eventually led to the procurement/construction of a small dive trailer to haul four sets of gear and four cylinders. It was a simple but elegant design - a box on a single axle frame, with the beginnings of a mural painted on both sides, and dive flags at either end. The kids had helped paint it, with Stephen taking special pains with the sharks. When we moved to Nashville, we sold it. We didn't dive as often, and we had no place to store it. Nearly ten years have passed since that October in '99 when we came up here, and I hadn't thought much about the trailer. I thought I had seen it the last time we went to Greenfield, but I wasn't sure. Then Saturday my mother-in-law called to say the neighbor across the street had our trailer for sale. The neighbor was asking a certain price, and we offered a little less. She called back later to say it was ours for the picking up. Sunday we made the trip to fet...
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