We
went on a date night the other night to hear our worship leader Jim sing at Mod
Coffeehouse. We sat and chatted with
Jim’s wife Charlotte, and we saw Cathy from church there as well with some of
her family. We were all surprised at one
point when the guy just down the street began his weekly rendition of Taps from
his balcony. All of the lively banter
and nightclub-type activity stopped dead in its tracks, and everyone stood at
attention solemnly joining in on the tribute.
It was our first time to experience the playing, and it was definitely a
powerful statement.
Speaking
of Jim, he and Lynn and Dan did a great job with music at the church fish fry
yesterday. We had a great turnout,
too. A group of high school students
from Iowa here in Galveston on their senior trip found Seaside because they
rented a beach house across the street.
They stayed for the fish fry and seemed to have a really good time. Great kids, too. I think just about every one of them
personally thanked the cooks and me for letting them join us. Maybe next time they come they can stay in
our retreat center. I also enjoyed
talking to the pastor of a church in Hico, Texas, not far from Waco. He and his family were on vacation, so they
were happy to be able to take advantage of the free lunch as well. Great worship. Great fellowship. Gotta love Seaside.
We
kind of needed a great day after the crisis here at the house on Saturday night. Our television has been on the fritz for a
while now. The sound part is fine, but
every so often the picture just decides to go away. No particular rhyme or reason. It just gets tired and shuts itself off. Sometimes it worked to turn it off and back
on again, to reboot itself. But
apparently Saturday was the day earmarked for final departure. No number of off and ons helped. The picture was permanently lost in some video
limbo land.
Chris
apparently took pity on me enough to agree to accompany me to WalMart to seek
out a replacement. That was not going to
be an easy task, though. We haven’t bought
a TV in well over ten years. The one that
just died was given to us after Hurricane Ike by some dear friends who live in
Round Rock. And we only operate with one
TV at a time around here (No TV in the bedroom.
That place is for other things … like reading), so no spares. Chris did some rapid internet homework, and
we headed over to take the plunge.
Hopefully I’ll have some weddings to do this summer that will cover the
cost.
We
did like probably 90% of other TV buyers at WalMart do. We stood in front of the wall of screens for
30 or 40 minutes, pondering and comparing.
I liked Nathan’s take on TV purchasing.
He told me, “I stood in front of them and looked at reviews until I
found one in my price range with good ratings.
Then I bought one a little bigger.”
That’s my boy. We didn’t go for
the little bigger, though. Our issue was
Smart TV or Dumb TV (or whatever the designation is for not-smart). Either way I knew we were going to have some
problems when it came time for home group.
Our old TV had a connection for extending a monitor cable with the
old-style monitor connection. We have a
long cable that fit just fine between the computer and the TV. That connection is pretty much non-existent
any more. Not necessary in the fast-paced
computer world. I understand it is
possible not to do everything wirelessly.
That would be great. Don’t have
any idea how. Sigh.
Since
we do watch things on Netflix, we went with the Smart TV option. Figured something in the house might as well
carry that designation (besides Chris, of course, who is beyond simply smart). The screen size is the same as what we had,
but it seems so much smaller because the old one had speakers or something
extraneous built in on the sides. The
first big issue was our sound bar. It wouldn’t
work. All the connections matched up,
but obviously there was something I was doing wrong or failing to do to convince
the Smart-aleck TV to accept help. Never
could figure that one out. I could
actually hear it pretty well, though, so we may be all right on that one.
Next
I tried to set up the remote that came with the Smart-dude TV to also operate
our cable box. And of course an issue
arose that didn’t match up with what the instructions were telling me. Once you sync up, you are supposed to be able
to disconnect the little device that makes the connection. Not so much.
It worked OK with it plugged in, but once I unplugged it, all was
lost. Now by OK, I have to say it wasn’t
perfect by any means. After playing with
it for quite a while, I think the remote itself just needs to be broken
in. Or I just need to learn all its
quirks. Or I just need to use the cable
company remote and call it a day.
Don’t
get me wrong, I am pleased with the Smart One.
It picks up the Astros games just fine.
We’ll have to figure out something else for home group singing. Maybe I need to pull out my ukulele again …
Romans
1:8 says, “First, I thank my God through
Jesus Christ for all of you, because your faith is being reported all over the
world.”
Father,
thank you for the great day at church yesterday. Provide a special blessing to Jonathan and
Bob for providing all those fish. Amen.
No comments:
Post a Comment