#282: Hiding in Thee


(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)

O safe to the Rock that is higher than I
My soul in its conflicts and sorrows would fly,
So sinful, so weary — Thine, Thine would I be:
Thou blest “Rock of Ages”, I’m hiding in thee.
Hiding in Thee,
Hiding in THeee,
Thou blest “”Rock of Ages”,
I’m hiding in Thee.

In the calm of the noontide, in sorrow’s lone hour,
In times when temptation casts o’er me its pow’r
In the tempests of life, on its wide, heaving sea,
Thou blest “Rock of Ages”, I’m Hiding in Thee.

How oft in the conflict, when pressed by the foe,
I have fled to my Refuge and breathed out my woe;
How often, when trials like seabillows roll,
Have I hidden in Thee, O Thou Rock of my soul,


Sabbatical Update: Lost and Found


All the sweeping and searching doesn’t always seem to find the lost Talent — at least sometimes not for a long time. I have two items, one still in transit, one that was just found — to illustrate this, either well or not.

I had bicycle goals and tracked all the miles daily with an online spreadsheet this year. Then on April 29 I posted my last to the spreadsheet. I had somehow lost the mobile portion of the odometer that I moved back and forth from the computer to the bike and back. Since it wasn’t on the bicycle for the past  month and a half, I have no idea how much cycling I have done.

Once I lost the tracking it changed how and what I did with the cycling.  I have been using it to steadily walk the dog in the morning, and I have used routes laid out on MapMyWalk to know where to go, which gave some mileage, but haven’t wrapped it back into my spreadsheet or a general plan.

Today I found that missing part, while pulling something out of my computer bag while upon a return from an external excursion with my laptop.  Now I can start tracking again, if I want to.  Trying to decide what to do.

I have a different item that I have lost more recently, yet to be found, my glasses. They are photo grays, both my regular and sun glasses.  Had ridden the bicycle with them last week and couldn’t find them after coming  back inside the house and taking them off.  Somehow I did not set them down in my prescribed places to locate later, and our scouring of various spots in the house has not located them.

Scour is actually the wrong word, since no one has actually cleaned anything during the search.  But they have to show up sooner or later. In the meantime I have gone back to wearing my old glasses with the earpiece that has fallen off on the left side, thus making it easy for them to slide off my ears.

The other piece for today’s blog is the below, start lisening about minute 8 to the end.  Perhaps the job I am looking for hasn’t been created yet, or is so new that few are aware of it to help me find it?

Fitness Update: Bicycle anecdote


Since I don’t bicycle to work on a regular basis anymore, I don’t have that part of my usual fitness regimen to keep me active.

But I did get the encouragement from talking to one of y Madrigal singer friends, who has apparently taken up a similar fitness regimen — or like me possibly also a practical economic regimen — of riding a bicycle to work.

While giving him a lift from rehearsal home yesterday (carpooling is always a good economic and environmental idea), we got to talking about his latest bicycle leg bruise, which brought up the whole topic of cycling.

What came of it is how hard it is to get started. You have so little relative stamina at that point. But if you just keep going, soon you find out that you are climbing long hills without stopping that a short while ago would have had you walking and stopping several times.

We also discussed the benefit and handicap of computer and mobile app route makers. Google Maps sometimes gives really good, and sometimes really poor, advice on what routes to take.

But overall, the encouragement was to keep at it, and to keep learning about the better ways of doing it.


#279: A Child of the King


(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)


My Father is rich in houses and lands,

He holdeth the wealth of the wold in His hands!

Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold,

His coffers are full — He has riches untold.


I’mm a child of the King,

A child of the King!

With Jesus, my Savior,

I’m a child of the King!


My Father’s own Son, the Savior of men,

Once wandered o’er earth as the poorest of them;

But now He is reigning forever on high,

And will give me a home in heav’n by and by.



I once was an outcast stranger on earth,

A sinner by choice and an alien by birth;

But I’ve been adopted, my name’ written down —

An heir to a mansion, a robe, and a crown.



A tent or a cottage, why should I care?

They’re building a palace for me over there!

Tho exiled from home, yet still I may sing:

All glory to God, I’m a child of the King!



Customer Service Calamity Day


Thursday, June  7, 2018 is a day I could wish redone to fix all the calamities that happened in my various retail and commercial interactions. If one believed in the fates and chance, it was a day that one could certainly declare that the dice had been rolled is a long losing streak on my behalf.

The day began with a visit to the doctor.  It wasn’t my doctor — he was out this week — so I saw Dr. Lowery. I was going in because I had this severe rash all over my four limbs and portions of the torso. The doctor said it was poison ivy and got be a steroid shot in the glutinous maximus. That was in addition to the daily generic Allegra and 4 times a day generic Benadryl.

Bu I wasn’t convinced it was poison ivy.  Hot showers should set the poison ivy rash aflame, and yet hot showers made it better. But the doctor didn’t seem to be deterred by my aberrant data.

Next was the visit to Home Depot. We had four different items we were looking for. One was a box of screws to match the ones our contractor used constructing our deck. After finding the screws aisle we couldn’t locate a matching screw within five minutes so we spent the next five minutes trying to find an associate to ask a question. When we did find him, I said, “would you help me find someone who could help us locate screws like this one?” His answer was that another associate, who just appeared and aisle away, was from the right area.

He went over to the person and mentioned my need. I overheard the guys respond that he had to do something for someone else first. Then a third associate came up and they talked a moment and all three disappeared — without any one of them saying “we’ll be with you in just a minute” or anything of the kind.

So I turned and walked to the front of the store with the self service registers and told the associate there to summon the store manager for me, because I needed to speak to him immediately. He got her on the line and Maxine came down about 5 minutes later. She came down and searched, found another associate from the area and they finally located the box of screws. But she never said anything like an apology for what happened.

So when I got home I filed a complaint on the Home Depot website and called their help line to similarly file. The next day while I was working I got a call from the top level store manager during my work shift. Since I can’t answer cell phones on shift, I gave him a quick call back and left a message during my break when I got his message.  When I got home I left another message on the cell number he left.  To this point those two messages have yet to be returned.


The third event was at QT after picking up the ladies of the family from the end of their work shift.  We used the QT mobile ad to order an extra large pizza and four soft pretzels. When we got to the store they were still being worked on, but then the pretzels were completed, we mentioned we were still looking for our pizza, and they said they had stuck it in the oven. But when the next pizza came out, it wasn’t ours, and they said our pizza had already been given to us.

When everything got put together, it turned out that our pizza was ready first, before the pretzels, but wasn’t cleared off the assignment board until after the pretzels, which confused everyone. And someone either took a pizza they didn’t order/pay for, or the pizza that came out that wasn’t ours was the one the guy was supposed to get, and he took the wrong pizza and got the wrong toppings, etc. QT apologized, started another pizza for us. But our QT quick meal on the way home took close to an hour by the time everything was unraveled.

The final thing of the day was a phone call I made to an online data service agency to cancel our membership before the end of the free trial. I signed up for it because the ad link assured me I could get information on someone that included a Social Security number, but the file on the person did not include anything related to social security.

I didn’t get to a real person and so had to leave a request to have them call back when it became my turn. Which didn’t happen until sometime the next day just before I got off work. Since I couldn’t use my phone at that time, I had to call their line back, and start from the same position in order. But this time when I left my number they got back to me within 30 minutes, and said they cant’ get SSN. He had no idea how the ad implied that.

So the day ended with a lot of things just not working out correctly. The “unperfect” day.


#278: I Am Trusting Thee, Lord Jesus


(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)


I am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus– Trusting only Thee;

Trusting Thee for full salvation, Great and free.


I am trusting Thee to guide me– Thou alone shalt lead,

Ev’ry day and hour supplying All my need


I am trusting Thee for power– Thine can never fail;

Words which Thou Thyself shalt give me Must prevail


I am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus– Never let me fall;

I am trusting Thee forever, And for all

Sabbatical Update: The World Turned Upside Down


Right now I don’t even know what number day today is in my self-proclaimed sabbatical year. Most of the month of May was swallowed up in changes — not to priorities — but to the ordered progression of how they would be done.

The blog posts disappeared, my reading schedule turned upside down. I did get the dog back onto a better running schedule in the mornings.

The things that did get done first were seasonal employment — jobs for the wife and daughter. Also transitional work for me.

I didn’t realize how energizing the simple assignment of work could be, nor the amount of energy it took from the other projects.

I didn’t get the master’s degree finished in May. Have the idea for it, just need to find the right online apps and research additional literature on the topic. So that is being tabled to the end of the year, most likely. Probably another semester.

So now the focus is coming  back to the job search. I am still working on deciding the field/job combination — or maybe a set of three or four — that I should look into.

I did have an interesting conversation, accidental, at Oceans of Fun that also stimulated my job search. I had a random conversation with a gentlemen at Oceans of Fun, while we were both floating around the Caribbean Cooler lazy river. I didn’t ask his name, or his company, but I realized afterwards he had a position that was something I should consider. Not that I want his type of travel, but he works for “one of about 11 small companies” that provide teaching/education classes for the EPA. He goes around on a circruit of 45 or 25 cities and teaches these classes. He said he is teaching science and he failed science in school. Getting the position required a long wait, the right connections, but not specific education that I could figure out. If I can find positions that have similar opportunities, and get on the short list, I could get a third major career underway in my lifetime.

So now to do the other homework this week for the job search.