We took a brief walk yesterday. Maybe one mile. Why so short?
Two reasons. One was the
threatening clouds approaching from the tropical system sitting off the coast
right now. The island hasn’t sunk yet,
though. I guess this is our “shout out”
to friends from afar who may be listening to the Weather Channel. Jim Cantore hasn’t showed up here yet, so we
should be fine.
The second reason has an actual name. Beauregard. Yep. Actually Beauregard. He’s one of our neighbors. A retired guy who happens to have been
selected by the powers that be (i.e. his
wife) to lead our neighborhood night out activities. He was out putting fliers on people’s
doors. The man was fascinating to talk
to. Well, rather to listen to. He had story after story to tell. Why, he even taught briefly at our alma mater,
Houston Baptist University, back when it was just Houston Baptist College. He was there before we began, though, but
that was an interesting coincidence.
We’re looking forward to seeing him again on October 1st at
5:30 at the Zion Retreat Center. To quote
my favorite line of the flier, “Bring food for a potluck if you wish to
eat.”
Next I went up to the church to meet the
Comcast guy. Here’s the story
there. They sent us a brand new
modem. No instructions. No reason why we needed a new one. We put it in one of the offices and forgot
about it. Then I started getting phone
calls urging me to call them. Seems one
of our two modems was going to blow up or something, so they sent us one to
replace it. Now we had to call them to
let them set it up over the phone.
I finally got a window when I could do
that. But they couldn’t figure it out
over the phone. Couldn’t even tell me
which modem was the offending one. So
they had to schedule a tech visit. The
first appointment was made, but by the time I received the confirmation text,
it had been changed to a time when I specifically told them I could not be
there (I was officiating a wedding). Yesterday was attempt number two. The window of attendance was between 10 and
12. To their credit, I got a call at
around 10 to tell me he would be there in 45 minutes. Close.
He got here about an hour later.
It really didn’t take him long to figure
out which modem it was, but then he had to call in for some reason. Amazingly he was on hold just as long as I
usually am when I have to call. Come to
find out, there was a chip malfunction in just some of the models shipped
out. We happened to be blessed with one
of those lucky numbers. The company was
just being proactive to switch them out before trouble happens. Whew. At
least we weren’t in danger of a random explosion …
John 8:32 says, “Then you will know the
truth, and the truth will set you free.”
Father, thanks for your protection
again. Give ol’ Jim Cantore some more
time with his family. Amen.
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