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A car in the shop.  An early morning.  What better to do?

I awoke fairly early this morning.  The original plan was to leave the house around 7:30 am.  I was off a bit before that.

I knew my ride would have to be "me."  My best manner of conveyance?   A bicycle.

At first I was consciously pedalling just to get there!  Half way through the ride I began to hear bird.  I saw flowers.  The smell of dirt beckoned.  The sunshine was bright.  Fields stretched in front of me.

My feet began to ease up.  Not in speed, but in intent. 

Almost as though I was freed from rush.  Freed from the pending day.  Rather, the daisies — or were they tulips or other spring colors — began to drive my ride!

Somedays, Sunday is a wake up call to rest!

The skies were close this morning.  Clouds surrounded the town and droplets fell. 

At some points there was a plethora of rain.  At others hesitation.  The result was a shower to green the plants and water the thirsty soil.

All fine and well!!  I didn’t have a car — it’s in the shop.  I do have a bike.

So, I dressed for the fifteen minute ride.  Wind pants and rain repellent jacket.  Back pack with plastic bags inside.  An extra pair of clothing.

At my arrival I stepped inside the building door.  Drips of water and mud fell on the floor.  I stood the bike in the tiled entry.  Carefully removing my backpack, I carried it across the floor.  In the kitchen I removed the jacket and splash pants.  A bit of mud but not bad.

I stepped out of my shoes — one of my socks was wet and a bit muddy.  The back tire had also provided a stripe up my back.  Sitting on the seat of the bike did not guard me from wetness. 

Needless to say, but I will anyway, I was a bit wet.  After a quick change I cleaned the kitchen and headed off to work in my office.  And all before 9:00 — my usual time to start!

If nothing else, I have gotten exercise this past week!  Hammering cement, walking back from deserted cars and riding bicycles.  Life may be unexpected, but in it all — it’s good!!

Our basement is in for an overhaul.

Part of the plan is to clean up a section of air duct.  Unfortunately it is underneath the cement.  So today I chipped away a few feet of cement.  With a masonary grinder, a sledge hammer and sheer brute force the cement yielded.

Next step?  Replace the duct, put back some fill and pour some cement.  Should be done by . . .

Finally, the day ended with a bike ride.  Not planned.  I was off to a meeting.  The car lasted for a block and then died.  Maybe just a wire.  But nothing I could fix.

So, tomorrow looks like it will be a great time as well!

Years ago a sound technician spoke words to me. 

No, he was not angry.  Just past that time.  When ears melt.  Or something to that effect.

He told me — "You have to give your ears a break.  After an hour or two of listening, you’re not sure what  you are hearing."

Tonight I’ve been mixing, mastering and generally trying to get some audio tracks cleaned up.  After about the twentieth time listening to the same song . . . you kind of lose the "edge".

So, I’m writing this as a break.

Today has been good to me.  I’ve got a great outline for a Sunday sermon.  I’ve arranged travel and accomodations for a conference in early June.  And Jill had a delicious supper.

Not bad.  Now, I have to go face the music!!