New

 There are a few things that are new about me on this new part of my walk, this down-the-road-a-bit part of my walk, this a-mile-past-the-Bill exit.  New.  You would still recognize me, but you'd cock your head slightly in a wondering wonder.  

For example: 

I can fix a garbage disposal.  I know.  That just cannot be true.

I am pretty good at budgeting.   Which by budgeting I mean... paying attention to account balances.

I greet, even seek out my neighbors.   You might even say I'm Norma Neighbor.  My corner just got too lonely.

I eat way too many peanut butter and honey sandwiches because I love them and I don't have to cook them.  OK. PBJ/Hs are not so new. 

I can avoid the gas lines every time.  Tuesday mornings, choose any lane and wrap the hose over the trunk if you have to, pull to the front tank if possible, have your card in your lap.  Considering I didn't usually fill the gas tank... this is a cool new. 

I plan most everything around the next game. I prepare for the game through podcasts, radio.  I watch the game only with gamewatchers. What's new about this new?  Uh... ya got me again.  Why am I telling you this?

Back to new. 

I see scripture in many new ways.  There's a new built-in flashlight in my Bible.  Did you ever pause to realize that the line of OT Kings, the institution to which God said no, Samuel said no, but both permitted, was the line from which our Messiah was born?  The eternal King.  God likes to flashlight these scenarios for me. 

 And there's more new.

But now you'll not wonder.  You'll know for sure it's me.  New me.