Blog on the Lillypad
Saturday, August 23, 2003
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Yesterday afternoon the sky got as dark as night. I heard the wind push the door, hard. I turned on the local news channel, and there were warnings galore for a huge storm cell bearing down on us. So I moved a few things out of my biggest closet, brought the battery camp lantern into it, and retrieved the quilt from my bed. The lights flickered several times, and the wind pushed the door hard, like a hand shoving it against the lock. The lightning and the thunder were the most remarkable things. Those long thunder rolls that I have never heard so consistently as I have heard in the last few weeks, and nearly constant flashes of silver and white light. I sat in the dimness (alternating with the brilliant, steady flashes), waiting. It passed after about 35 minutes. It was an incredibly huge and slow moving cell. |
Meanwhile, yesterday morning I talked with my lead person about the instructional design job. She was doubtful, but by the end I had surprised her with my extent of experience in curriculum development. I made it very clear to her that I really want that job. I think this startled her too, as I have been diligent enough but not so openly keen even on the permanent tech writer slot she advised me to interview for.
The chiropractor has told me I can start lifting weights again, but I have to go slow: squats with no weights, lunges with no weights, chest presses with the lightest possible weights, and lateral raises with very little weights. Also, walking on a treadmill but no more than 1 -2 minutes of stair stepping as a finisher.
I am three hours away from ending my latest 24 hour fast. This one was very difficult to do, but once again I find that it seems to reduce the inflammation in my back.
Perusing the FFF, I was startled to find that Tom Neal's chuch, Berean Baptist Church in Orange Park, FL, is facing foreclosure. Tom Neal is the guy who has been sheltering Dave Hyles ever since events in Pinellas Park FL prompted Dave to get out of town. Tom Neal also is the prime detractor and rival to Jack Schaap, the heir to the Jack Hyles throne in Hammond Indiana. (If you want to get this entire story of chuch abuse, molestation of children, the death of Brent Stevens, and rampant adultery and fornication, listen to the PREYING FROM THE PULPIT series that is linked in the right hand frame of this blog.)
Of course the pro-Jacksters are gleeful. Well, so am I, but more because I hope this is the first of many of these IFB popedoms to go down. If Neal folds and the others stay, it's no great victory (as far as I can see), but if this is merely the first strike of the heavenly fist to end this corrupt movement, I am profoundly encouraged. Dave Hyles, meanwhile, has fled to Texas where his mother has retired.
