Day of Rest?

Sunday, Carolyn was up early and down to church to sing with the various kid's programs while I lounged around reading the LA Times and drinking coffee. Then I made my way down to PCC around 9:30, avoided the piles of donuts and bagels, found Carolyn and made our way to center seats, aisle 6 or 7.

We had a guest pastor, Jack Hughes, who had just finished a youth beach camp and said he was preaching his way back to Burbank. His sermon about dealing with "killing your beloved sin" was right on about how we often like to tip toe to the edge of the canyon that represents our favorite sin; the one to which we keep being attracted. The new practical suggestion he made as far as I was concerned, other than to flee and not get near the temptation, was to memorize scriptures that speak to that flaw so that you can always call on the Word when tempted.

After church, we stopped for a couple of errands and then headed home. I began tackling the garage as we will need the space to store cabinets and appliances before and during the remodel. I tossed miscellaneous junk, straightened up the shelves, built another shelf to store paint, installed a pulley system to hang Carolyn's bike, took a load of clothes/old luggage/crutches/bed spread to Goodwill, used some new product to get the oil stain off the garage floor, started to reorganize my pegboard system, made a designated place for the garden tools/pots/chemicals, and swept, vacuumed and swept.

Monday, I'll have to buy some more pegboard hooks to finish up the process and toss a few more things. Meanwhile, Carolyn planted some new plants, fertilized the lawn, and watered thoroughly. She also made a run to Aaron Bros. to reframe a picture and to an antique store where she found two or three other older pictures for the powder room and our bath. After about six hours, we were totally done. But we were pleased with how much we had accomplished. More to be done, though.