Nothing new to report driving wise. I still taking my lessons. Still in the norm with how many I have. (Saying that, because there can be a huge difference between cities and countries. Traffic here is hell.) I will have my 30th lesson this week. 30 is the average, including especially young men who drove illegally before.
My instructor explained that I'm currently near the peak of the mountain, waiting for the last improvement.
Still struggling quite a lot with shifting. It should be a bit better by now and it harms other parts of driving because I need so much attention for it. At least that is our assumption. Plan is to take two or three lessons in an Automatic car to see if that is my problem. If it is, we know what we have to train hard. Because in the end, I want my license with my manual car. I want to be able to drive every car, not just automatic ones.
I'm very good in a couple of other things, emergency braking or knowing the rules. So it is not all bad.
Taking the lessons in the other car is still training. It has more power (200 PS) and is a bit smaller. I'm looking forward to driving it. Traffic is the same, so I still learn, just one less thing to worry about.
But in the end, I need to figure out driving a manual car and my instructor believes that I can do it.
BEC because I'm in a bitchy mood: this past Sunday pic is one of the most unflattering of Braggie I've ever seen. That dress is NOT doing her any favors; her boobs look smashed and the huge print doesn't suit her. And she's wearing the hairstyle (if you can call it that) that makes her head look 10 miles long. And the company she bought (or was probably gifted for IG exposure) the dresses from is run by Mormons. Tsk tsk Braggie, your hypocrisy is showing again.
The 6/6 evening service at Walker Bible Baptist Church in Lansing MI begins with the guitar trio again, playing The Family of God again.
Pastor Garver (aka Brother David) tells them his wife is now the "producer" of their service videos, and milks them for some applause for her, then says "she alright for a white girl, I'm tellin' ya, she's not bad at all."
He says the credits will list him as "extremely handsome pastor."
Gary moans through the prayer, and the pastor announces that Gary will be coming back next June and they will be having a camp meeting under the tent. After some salvation-blather, he reminds them that Gary, the missionary coming to visit next week, and the parsonage project all need money.
But only if God puts it on their hearts.
The teens with the guitars sing a song I couldn't find anywhere, about how they can't wait until Sunday, because church. Then all sing At Calvary. The Hawkinses sing something - I fast forward.
Pastor reminds them of Gary's need for $5000 for his truck before the offering.
After the offering, the pastor tells them to "love on sister," meaning Becky, "livin' on the road's not easy, and she's also outnumbered in the house, so that can't make it to easy either."
Becky says "No. I miss my girls."
Gary comes up, and talks about his plans to come back. He may also see them in November, because he will be coming to Michigan for another church. He says the only thing he doesn't like about coming there in November is that "y'all could have snow," and some wag warns him "No cussin' in church," just in case.
After his thank-yous, Gary announces a verse. It's very short - Proverbs 25:25: As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country.
With the help of the Lord, Gary wants to preach There is Good News.
He does several minutes, of course, about how there is no good news from the TV, Facebook, radio, etc. It's from the pulpit - sometimes.
Gary mentions the three heavens - I never heard him talk about that before.
Jesus loves Gary, and Gary can't figure out why, because he knows he doesn't deserve it.
While talking about all of the things God gave him recently (that actually came from other people, of course), Gary tells us that, yesterday, God let him walk about a mile and a half from where his vehicle was broken down, and walk back with the part he needed.
While yammering on about how forgiving God is, Gary tells them that sometimes he messes up and says something backwards or wrong, and Becky and Jacob always point it out to him later. He says "Well, you go up there an' trah it and see how it works out for you."
JB had just enough influence to find someone who would keep Josh under house arrest.
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Happens every single year.
I am out of sorts, missing my dad, crying and needing to talk about him and sometime later in the day I realize it's his birthday.
Today. I always chalk it up to being around Father's Day and all the ads and such, but so weird like I have an subconscious calendar for sadness that never fails to send me a reminder.
Was listening to this on the way to work this am thinking of him. I know it's supposed to be about a relationship, but to me it just speaks to dead parents.
Happy Birthday, Daddy. It's another shitty fucking day without you.
I hear ravens in the woods almost every day, & it makes me happy. Despite seeing pics of both crows & ravens (in the lame attempt to learn how to visually distinguish them from each other), I'm still having a helluva time with this. Maybe a local nature center can help. Hmmm. 🤔
They’re doing trivia night at the local brewery. One of the questions was who was one of the founders of Faux News?
I blurted out some fuck stick before I could stop myself. Bartender said that was his favorite answer.