Evendays

Last night I dreamed someone ran into the car. Good thing it was only a dream.

But we could certainly use your prayers. Several things seemed to fall on us all at once last night: Some folks trying to lead members away from the church here; a young illegal who has gotten herself into some very serious trouble; kids and school; my two-year-old Mac broke.

So this morning I wrote notes to members and called the girl in trouble. The kids headed off to school with their worries and responsibilities. And I dropped my Mac off at the official Mac pay-me-before-I’ll-even-look-at-it repair shop. What a great business. You hire two geeks who love computers. (They used to do it for free till they left home at age 27.) Tell the client you’ll look at their machine if they give you 80 bucks, which you also tell them they won’t get back, ‘cause no matter what, it’s gonna cost more. Then give the client a contract that says you are not liable for any damage done to the machine, including if you accidentally erase the hard drive.

Too bad it wasn’t a dream.