bit out of sorts. But working my way through it.
SU and I had a very nice date last night. Something about that girl just makes me feel better. Got home too late to watch a movie though. Oh well, there’s plenty of time for movies.
Work was okay, nothing special happening. Pretty slow right now on the revenue side, have to make sure that labor and expenditures remain at a minimum. The home office wants to adjust labor rates to make us more “cost effective”. They just don’t get it and I don’t feel like forcing it on them. Cost accountants have ruined more companies than any other internal position. They can’t see the forest for the trees. And they count trees that don’t exist. Why they can’t see that our margins are at historical highs with lower selling prices is way beyond me.
SU is out tonight at the annual church women’s retreat. So I headed out to Anderson Fair to catch whomever was playing. Guy named Steve James, billed as a guitar player in the old style. He was a lot of fun and can really play the old style. Lots of quick slides, you couldn’t really see him put the slide on the fretboard he was so quick. I snuck the little Olympus DS-30 in and recorded the show. Half of the fun was watching his body language and listening to his stories. Good show.
Steve James Live at Anderson Fair (podcast)
[audio:steve_james_live_anderson_fair_10-5-07.mp3]Update: I managed to get something out of a picture file. That place is so dark and flash usage would spoil the atmosphere. The little Lumix tried but I really could have used the Sony A100.
Sounds like your night was just what the Dr. ordered. You spoke about big churches. My grandma, a Christian Scientist, attended church in the next town over from our farm town. The church was in a two story frame house, well groomed tiny lawn, on the corner where commercial ends and residential begins, in that town. There were about 12 members. They played piano, took turns giving the lesson, and we kids were in one Sunday school class. IT was GREAT! There was no talk of growth, budgeting for bigger and better or give give give. My Sunday school contribution was 25 cents. I learned that GOD IS LOVE, and good, kind, always will love me, and that Jesus was his son. I also learned that the mind can be a powerful thing. It wasn’t scary or indoctrinating, and it worked for my Grandma. Whenever I see a prefab tiny structure go up with a simple new church sign in the front…… I think ” good for you”. A new church is forming. I don’t think a giant church is for me, but do love the bible study at Second Baptist Cypress. The intimacy of a small church…. without pretense is wonderful.