Last year gas prices reached an all-time high of $3.09 a gallon, in the first week of August. Yesterday they got to that level again. I know demand is up, and supply is down (did Americans burn too much for heating over the winter?), but the price of crude oil is down from last year, so this seems excessive, especially when the price jumps upwards three times in eight days. All I can say is that I hope it doesn’t last. On a positive note, the politicians are finally taking a serious look at drilling off the coast of Florida. In the past they thought oil rigs would spoil the view, though the plan was to put them 100 miles from the nearest beach — you’d need a 92-story hotel to see them.
At any rate, it looks like we’re in the summertime mode to stay. Now the air conditioning is running instead of the heat, and we got a mild thunderstorm this afternoon.
Leive did some pruning among the DVDs on the shelf in the basement, removing the movies she doesn’t want the kids we plan on adopting to see. I noticed that she took out “Star Wars” and “The Lord of the Rings” (she never really understood fantasy or science fiction), but left Larry the Cable Guy and Monty Python, which are more objectionable. To help fill the space left behind, I bought 2 DVDs I saw in Wal-Mart, episodes of the old Daniel Boone TV show that ran in the 1960s. I figured it would be useful to give the kids an idea of how Kentucky got started. Too bad we didn’t have a show like that about Florida for Lindy. The closest thing to it was a play in St. Augustine about the founding of that city, “Cross and Sword.” I don’t think anybody ever did a TV program or movie about Juan Ponce de Leon, Hernando de Soto, or Don Pedro Menendez. And a show about Panfilo de Narvaez would probably end up as a politically correct comedy!
My pastor remembers the Daniel Boone series, but doesn’t think the scenery in it looks much like what we have around here; too many pine trees. Knowing Hollywood, it was probably filmed in the California mountains. At yesterday’s prayer meeting, he also talked about how men need to have friends they can confide in, to help keep them from getting into trouble, and shared an article about that from the Strang Publications magazine “New Man.” It occurred to me that I’ve been here eleven months, but still don’t have that many friends; just about all of them are in church or at work. Perhaps I should go to a few ball games . . .