Five days listed in the Leader-Post…
Four inquiries by phone…
Three times I wondered what to do if no one offered…
Two test drives…
One happy high school student with $650 to give…
One happy ex-Topaz-owner ready to deal…
Sold!
Dare I say that just might be the last 1980’s car I ever drive? I won’t hold my breath.
But I will hope.
A limerick for you…
The trek from a boy to a man
Can carry some growing demands.
Our Topaz’s life
Was causing some strife
So we swapped it for this fine Grand Am!
If you know anyone in the market for an ’89 beater that still has some life in it, direct them my way. We can barter!
I haven’t been for a while now, but I occasionally dropped by Taylor Field to catch bits of the Riders’ practices in months gone by. One wet, windy day last month found them practicing right inside the stadium instead of out on the practice field. I climbed a section up into the stands to get a better view but was driven back to field level by the chill in the wind. Seeing an old guy huddled down the sidelines, I figured visiting with him would be warmer than watching alone.
Upon arriving beside him, I realized I’d just stepped up to Mr. Cal Murphy. Yes, that’s the Cal Murphy who coached the Bombers for a bunch of years, and better teams for a few more. He’s now a scout for the Indianapolis Colts of the NFL. Yes, that’s one of the best teams in professional football. Needless to say, I was a bit surprised to find myself face to face with Mr. CFL.
We chatted a bit; some about football, some about Regina, some about family. Ten minutes in, we were interrupted… by Eric Tillman. Yes, that’s the current GM of the Riders. They, of course, knew each other. I, of course, knew them as well… from TV.
Then for the next forty-five minutes, we (yes, I was now part of the “we”) talked CFL football. A lot of you are likely thinking “whoopty doo”, but this was like talking NHL with Don Cherry… or chemistry with Jeremy Olson. I mean, how else would I now have the scoop on…
This may mean nothing to most reading this. I’m all right with that.
But it was a simple pleasure to this simple fellow on a chilly day last month.
Yes, that’s where I’ve been lately. Honestly, I’ve had a lot of desire to blog lately. Serious. But it hasn’t been enough desire to sacrifice more pressing tasks for the sake of typing something on here. But…
It’s Monday now. And a quiet Monday at that. My car’s in the shop, Shannon’s at her first day of work–I’m stuck in the office all day with only a handful of tasks that NEED attention today.
I declare today the day of the blog.
I’m supposed to be working, but my mind is wandering. And while it is, I’m here to write down something from yesterday.
I grabbed my Bible and journal, and headed for an empty room. Before reading, I tried to get quiet (outside and in). It worked more than usual. The time was prayerful, and in it I found myself amazed at two things:
Then…
Upon entering the Word, I found the message of Jeremiah 17:9-10:
“The heart is hopelessly dark and deceitful,
a puzzle that no one can figure out.
But I, God, search the heart
and examine the mind.
I get to the heart of the human.
I get to the root of things.
I treat them as they really are,
not as they pretend to be.”
We as creatures in God’s image are wonderfully complex, though sometimes the “wonder” is not entirely wonderful. It can also be very dark and twisted. But God enters as we allow Him to be the Searcher, Examiner, and Figurer of all that is within and around us. That thought felt mighty good yesterday.
It feels good again today.