Showing posts from July 1, 2007


Did the Earth move under your feet?
Mine did but that is because I was on the 405 heading home from L.A.

On the trip home, I waxed cosmically (to myself) about this magical sounding date. I recall about a year ago standing up in the pulpit and making a rather bold statement that I wanted to get married next year on 7-7-07. Very few people had thought ahead to the numerical cosmosity of that date; and I got teased about my declaration. Fast forward to today and no, I did not get married today (and I am ecstatically engaged for later this year) and glad of it. Once I learned that Mercury was in retrograde today I knew I did not want a wedding on this date. It would have been hard to be at the wedding and at my mother's apartment on the same day anyway.

Did anyone feel anything unusual or magical today?

On the home stretch of having my mother's apartment cleared out. I worked very hard this weekend, packing and clearing things up so that an estate appraiser could come yesterday a…

An idle mind . . . gathers no moss.


This morning, while listening to KyXy radio, the hosts were having a "Finish the Cliche" contest and win two tickets to see "Dirty Rotten Scoundrels". To win the tickets the caller had to complete two of the three cliches. (Oh, how I wish I had tuned in earlier to get the call-in number so I could play.) The first woman on the line to play was asked to complete the cliche, "An idle mind ..." and she responded with "gathers no moss." Both the D.J. and I burst out laughing. He tried to be polite recoup but said, "I'm not laughing at you...but I am laughing at you." It was such a mixed metaphor, so to speak, that he could not contain himself.

I think I had much more cogent and provocative things to blog, but this was just pithy enough to satisfy my less than idle mind.

Off to L.A. today--back for Sunday's gig at Light of Life Church.

Maybe the caller was Yogi Berra's daughter...

Prada, Shmada...yada

This weekend, Don joined me to drive up to Camarillo where I was guest speaking and candidating at the Camarillo Center for Spiritual Living. We got up there about 7:00 p.m. on Saturday night and checked into the motel. It was tres cool that our Padres happened to be playing the Dodgers in L.A. and the game was televised. So we got take out food and sat in the motel rooting our Pads to victory. I must say, it was nice to hear Vin Scully call the game. I do miss his baseball voice.

On Sunday, despite being next door to the Outlet Mall, we went ahead to church a bit early to meet and get set up. This church was once a movie house and a dinner theatre and had a big kitchen and upstairs offices. I was there on the first day of their candidating process for a new senior minister. It was also a special day for the community in that an anonymous donor had just paid their mortgage balloon payment and they now own their own building. WOOHOO! We met many wonderful people after service and …