A new way of doing thing begins today and we will see how it goes.
Previously all donations were kept in an electrical cupboard on site at N3C.  It actually got too crowded and we were inviting a fine.  Needed items must be accessible in the case of a fire.
So now we have an under eves shed at home in which we store donations for sale.  We keep a maximum of 8 crates and one shelving unit for oversized items.  We run our market only on the first Wednesday and Saturday each month now.  We are hoping to make in two sessions what we made in 4 sessions previously.
So today is the 1st Saturday of the month.  We will do it next Wednesday also as it is the 1st Wednesday of the month.  What does not sell goes to Trash and Treasure in the hope that someone will purchase the item inexpensively there.
While at N3C this morning Merril and I will set up for the Sunday service.  Chairs need to be placed in the main sanctuary and the kids area set up.  That does not take long (about 30 minutes) but it has to be done.
So here I am up bright and early.  I will pack the car in the not too distant future.  It has been raining so I am interested to see who turns up and who the rain keeps away.
I also have another couple of appointments today.  One is a guy who is going to fix a toilet lock that keeps getting broken at N3C.  I am unsure if it is a wonton destruction thing or a genuine lack of understanding of how things work.  Either way the lock has been ending up broken.
I am hoping that later in the day Merril and I will get a rest and be able to do some other preparations.
Whatever order things are done in they will be done.

Hmmm.  Dictionary day again and the word for today is “fresh”. 
I just look at various dictionaries and see there are heaps of applications of the word fresh. Like getting a fresh start or a new beginning or getting some fresh air.  That generally means to leave a room and go outside.  It is often associated with clearing the head.  Fresh can be new or different like fresh evidence or instructions or a new look at something.
There can be fresh as in recent.  I admit I love fresh bread.  Especially fresh white bread and especially fresh white bread coated in a thick layer of butter.  Ok not good for me but delicious in my mind.  Also a fresh coat of paint can make to world of difference to the look of something.
There are so many applications of the word fresh.  Normally after a shower and change of clothes I feel fresh and clean.  Sometimes I will just have to have a shower to be able to sleep.  I find it is like I am fighting a losing battle when I know I need a shower to sleep properly and I try to sleep anyway.
Also sometimes a shower means I not only feel fresh and clean I am also fresh to perhaps tackle a task.  It is not just a shower that determines such a thing, but a good amount of sleep can recharge my batteries.
The Merriam-Webster gives the history of words and how the English word came into existence.  I think that last part is called “Etymology.”  I must admit that sounds like something I would take something for.
Anyway it says fresh, as an adjective, adverb or noun is Middle English, from Anglo-French fresch, freis, of Germanic origin; akin to Old High German frisc fresh; akin to Old English fersc fresh.  Its first use was in the 12th century.  News to me this dictionary even has words it rhymes with like mesh, flesh, thresh etc.
For all its possible meanings and applications I tend to think of it mostly in terms of “making a fresh start.”  That has meant a lot to me.

I haven’t played in ages, but I was thinking this morning about my illustrious golfing career.  Well illustrious might be too much.  Probably better just to say golfing career.
It was really only natural that golf be a game we played.  My dad was a very good and keen golfer.  He was off a handicap of two at one stage and captain of the Townsville golf club.  He was also President and a life member of the North Queensland Golfing Association and secretary of the Townsville, Rowes Bay and Mackay clubs.
We three brothers all played ,golf.  The other two were probably better than me but only one joined clubs and played regularly.  Still does.
Some of my best memories were of having dad live with me and me finishing work at 4pm and us having time to play 9 holes at Carindale.  At other times we would play Wynnum.  When I moved up here we would play Bribie Island when we could.  We loved that course.  We also played Caboolture.  That has some real pretty holes.
I was amazed to learn that when I was looking at moving up this way, Stuart and Dad played Dakabin when they were checking out the area.  Dakabin has no doubt improved but I found it so rocky when I played it.
Basically often I did not know what I would be faced with on the golf course.  One time Townsville golf course flooded and we caught really good fish with our hands.  But they tasted so muddy none of us wanted to eat them.
My favourite golfing memory was a golfing holiday a mate and I took from Townsville.  We went north at played Ingham, El Erish, Cairns, the Atherton Table Lands and Daintree.  Daintree we played on Christmas day and no one else was on the course.  Paying was via an honour system.  We enjoyed ourselves but it was real muggy.   Ingham was the only course I have ever hit out of a horses hoof impression.  The course was next to the race track.
I have never been a world beater, but I have had my moments.  Moments of the miraculous that probably only live on only in my memory.  And like for any sport I have played there are times I think “stupid game.”  But then something outstanding happens on the course and I can’t wait to get back into it again.