Monday, Monday

Just about ready to crash. Long day. Risky circumstances.

Yesterday, rotters running old neighborhood web site bugged out.

Good thing I've got my own neighborhood - for like thirty years.

Phoenix such a strange place; they act like they don't know you!

Guess that goes back to some sort of insularity hereabouts.
Really not my problem. The "natives" have a lousy attitude.
My being here is entirely happenstance; wherever I hang my hat!

But old neighborhood reminds me of hilarious story.

Some girl, she wrote her favorite song was Ronday, Ronday.

One of the rotters, she had gossiped about me. So...

most excellent having her goof to remember her by.

Tomorrow, therefore, will have a theme. Stuff to do. In order.

Church good today. Missed the French woman. Still have gift for her.

Cannot mention where Bible study went (left field) and was nice.

On the way to sanctuary, found someone's checkbook. Turned it in.

Deputies took care. Wanted no part of chasing someone else down.

Pastor got into tithing issue. Showed a video beforehand.
Bupkis was mentioned. I laughed out loud. Then the message.

10% of zilch is zilch. Really, I'd merely a dime; what I placed in tray.

I told them. I won't serve Mammon. Some do and take a cut.

I'm not going to worry about it. Yet agree with the preacher.

God Sovereign over all, we're stewards required to support church.

But if you don't have it, what can one do? Priorities. Anxieties.

So it is as I cope with being totally broke and unbought. Praise God.

Update: Old neighborhood site back up. Thought I was banned.

The girl had spread it about that I was "conceited;" ticked me off.