I heard my neighbor bringing his garbage can to the end of the driveway today as I headed back in. I turned and said, "Good morning, Terry," but all I could think about was that Proverb that says a neighbor will curse us if we sing loudly to him in the morning (or something like that). I kept my voice as low as it could be and yet still be heard across the street. And I wasn't singing. My neighbor smiled as he returned the greeting, so hopefully he wasn't muttering, "Curse Doug, that blasted loudmouth!" as he drove to work this morning. I'd hate to come home to a TP'd house this evening.
I just finished my Bradley Hathaway article. Sometimes it's really beneficial to "jump right in" to something when I first arrive at the office. I like to start my day off with a devotional, and this blog is part of that, and hopefully most days I will.
By the way, Bradley's new album, The Thing That Poets Write About, The Thing That Singers Sing About is a brilliant package. Double disc (cd + dvd) and 80 pages inside the book case are filled with poems, conversations, photos, thoughts and lyrics. I highly recommend getting it, but be prepared for a shock -- he's singing. This is music! If it wasn't so darn good, I'd be upset about it...
Posted by Doug Van Pelt at November 8, 2007 09:59 AM