If You Give a Club Some Sailboats

If you give a club some sailboats, they'll want to meet up together in a quiet bay.

You'll tell them not to run over the nice man with his son in the tiny sailboat with the blue sail, because the man's wife is a famous sewer who has connections to Sandra Betzina.

They will ask what there is to do there, and you'll suggest they have wine and cheese and spend the night. This will remind them that there's a basketball game on, so you'll have to get them a TV to watch the Kentucky upset (but how nice for West Virginia to win after 51 years).

When they wake up, they'll ask you what the dinghies are for, and you'll tell them to putter over to a little island for brunch. (Most likely it's brunch. But it could be that they're an odd boating cult sacrificing a goat to hold off the rain. Then we'd have to call this "If You Give a Cult a Goat." Or maybe someone is a famous sewer and is doing a little demo on plackets..."Do you see?")

They'll ask you what they should do next, and you'll remind them that you gave them sailboats, so they should do just that.


And I didn't make it to the church on the beach that I was going to visit because I got up too late, but God smiled at me anyway. That's what I think when the sun shines through a tiny hole in the clouds like that, or when a tiny bird poses for a picture next to me.


Now why did I spend an hour making this sound like a children's book - I've got jeans to finish!

New Church, Take 1

So the boys and I tried a new church today. (I know, Mother, stop crying, there's hope for us yet.) This one was Baptist! Ooh, I haven't been to a Baptist church since I went with my friend Janet and watched somebody get dunked...I mean immersed. I'm Presbyterian, so I was expecting something very different, but it was actually quite similar. I knew all the songs we sang, and there was no recitation of unfamiliar creeds, which actually surprised me. We Presbyterians say one and sing the other, and visitors have to look it up real quick in the hymnal - sorry! Oh, and we didn't say the Lord's Prayer today - surely that's not just a Presbyterian thing...huh. There's always that nervousness about whether to say "trespasses/those who trespass against us" or "debts/debtors." But there were no unknown chants or postures today - phew!

I was also surprised that when it was offering time the men just walked around the aisles looking sheepishly at people. What? The boys each had some money and I had my "Visitor - Call Me!" card to put in the plate, but I didn't realize I was supposed to flag someone down, so we just held onto it all. How laid back!

And everyone was so friendly - people actually told me their names and invited me to join them in their pew next time, and Drew got invited to Sunday school by a friend - nice! Very different from an old church I used to go to for years, where a lady in the Sunday school class I had been in for 2 years asked me how long I had been visiting.

So thumbs up to the Baptists at this church. Next is either this one again or a non-denominational one down the street which has about 25 members - we might cause an uproar there. This one today had 82 members...singing in the choir!

Didn't Make it to Church

I didn't make it in to my usual church today. Do you think I missed anything? By the way, there were 4 dolphins who joined me in the congregation at the dock. I caught 3 in this picture - the 3rd one is far to the left. And the squawking pelican took away a little bit from the mourning doves - I think the choir director needs to work on that. But the sermon was most excellent - we had the Big Guy himself in the pulpit, wouldn't you say?