Our new hire is awesome. She's fast. She's efficient. She's helpful. She's nice. And I like being around her. She always calls our boss "sir." I think he likes it. It's just another nice thing about her. We did get our across-the-board raise. We were all happy. My raise was the smallest though, so I was little disappointed. Still, a raise is a raise and you shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, whatever that means!
I got a new car in April and it is duperly, superly nice. I chose a Hyundai Elantra Limited. It's exactly the color I wanted. It's great on gas and I can start it remotely. The only thing I wish it had is an upgraded sound system. I like to be able to feel my music, as our son says. Maybe sometime I will get better speakers and a woofer. I miss having my husband drive me to work, but it's nice having my own wheels again. Now we have a payment for six years. Boo.
Reading an article about grammar mistakes no one cares about (that was the title) I learned that two spaces after a period shows that you're old. Boy, that made me mad. I care about that! I care about grammar too. I don't know what yoyo wrote that article. I have to try to start using only one space after my periods now. It's hard to do!
Speaking of periods. I'm getting a bit of basal cell carcinoma removed from my face, the side of my nose, and the doc commented on the fact that I still have my period. He said, "Stranger things have happened." My mom is now checking in on me and saying, "So did we get our period this month?" Haha! Like I told the doc, every month I think it's the last one then I get another. I do not mind though. Except you'd think maybe I'd look younger or something, but dang, I'm 57 and I look 57 or 67 or 77! That ain't fair.
Oh dear. I already forgot to use only one space after a period instead of two. Fresh start. Starting....now.
I'm waiting to hear back from SWBTS so I can sign up for a winter class. I'm excited to learn what class I will be taking. I'll have to hit up my savings account. My Zumba classes were killer small this summer so I didn't earn much there. I had a mere two or three students. Now I have seven to nine coming. I hope they continue.
My dad's wife was going to divorce him but changed her mind. The last time I talked to him he sounded so good. His voice was strong and he sounded like his old self. I hung up and was awash with feelings hard to put into words, but mostly, I suppose, sorrow. Sorrow for the brokenness in all of us.
So I've been reading Psalms. The Psalms are songs and they are unique in that while the Bible is God speaking to man, the psalms are man talking to God. Some of the psalms are written by people who were in crisis, in dire situations, utterly dejected or afraid or lost or angry. You know, a lot of times you feel like when you're at church on Sunday you gotta be smiling. You gotta be smiling because you are a follower of Christ, supposed to be blessed, one of his children, a child of the One, True God. All of that is true but the psalms show that things are not always perfect or happy or great for YHWH's children. The psalms teach us how to talk to God. They teach us how to express ourselves in this relationship we have with the Author of All Things. I am a child of the one, true king. I am the head and not the tail. No weapon formed against me shall prosper. Greater is he that is in me than he that is in the world. Just like David encouraged himself, I too must encourage myself. Must.
And I keep repeating to myself everythang's gonna be alright. That's from the ghetto. And, "Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen." That's from Scripture.