Well, I just got that dreaded of all
dreadedness message on my computer.
“Support for Office 2010 ending Oct 13, 2020.” Oh, no.
The world is coming to an end yet again.
But wait! You, too, can … “Stay
supported by moving to Office 365 or other current versions of Office.” Phew.
Thank goodness for that. Oh, and
of course that message was followed by the handy dandy little box that you can
click in to “Tell me more.” Haven’t done
the clicking yet, though. I haven’t
squeezed all of the effectiveness out of what I have, so I’m just not ready to
let go …
I stopped by the bank yesterday to make a
deposit. Along with placing the bulk of
the contents in our savings account, I also tried to put some in one of our
accounts that we only deal with once or twice a year. Nope.
Not having it. See, if you don’t
do anything with the accounts, even though they have money in them and you are
still alive and kicking, the accounts magically become dormant like a
hibernating bear of something. To wake
them up you have to show your ID and sign one of their forms in person. Crazy.
Well, I did that. But for some
reason they showed – or rather didn’t show – that there was no signature card
on file, which, by the way is kind of impossible, because filling out a
signature is a key part of the process of opening an account. I signed one of the forms, and the bank
manager is trying to track down what happened, but we may have to go in and
redo a signature card. Weird stuff. Good thing I was putting in money and not
trying to take some out …
I also did something yesterday that I
haven’t done in … I have no idea how long it has been. I shot a gun.
I think the last one I shot was an air soft pistol. This one, however, was an actual practice
rifle at the Ball High School JROTC shooting range. They were having an ingenious fund raiser to
cover their travel costs and other expenses.
Five dollars bought you three shots on the range. The best score of every thirty minute time
slot won a frozen turkey from Arlan’s.
That’s just a great idea in every respect. One of the guys at Seaside bought four tickets
from her and then realized he wasn’t going to be in town, so he slipped them in
my pocket. Good thing Chris saw it,
because I sure had no idea they were there.
Anyway, I was met at the door by Seaside’s own JROTC rep,
Elizabeth. She escorted me to the range
and loaded the weapon for me. Did
everything for me, I might add. Well,
except shoot. So how did I do? Well, I don’t think I even hit the target the
first shot. Good thing I had three other
tries to come up with a decent score. As
it turned out I didn’t win a turkey. I
did have a pretty good score for a non-gun-shooting guy. 28 out of 30.
Sadly, however, the guy in front of me scored 29. Let me clarify … the POLICE OFFICER in front
of me …
3 John 1:2 says, “Dear friend, I pray that you may enjoy good health and that all may go
well with you, even as your soul is getting along well.”
Father, please help those high school kids
earn what they need to get to their competitions. Draw them and those they impact daily into a
closer relationship with you. Amen.
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