Ugh. Wednesday. I've been here for all of fifteen minutes, and I'm ready to go back home now. On the plus side, our group decided to treat us to doughnuts and juice this morning, so maybe the sugar will kick in and I'll feel like actually working. I'm trying to conserve energy for this weekend. Tomorrow night and Friday night I have choir rehearsal for the performance with the Philharmonic Orchestra on Saturday at church. The songs are interesting - "Freedom" from Riverdance, "America the Beautiful", of course, and Paul McCartney's "Freedom". As usual, we're more like backup singers than a choir, but that's okay too. Gives us plenty of time to rest while we're standing on stage grinning like idiots. And after we're finished, Pastor Dave will give his thirty minute talk, then there will be fireworks and watermelon. Sunday morning we do a modified version of the program - the Riverdance song gets dropped, and we add Lionel Cartwright's "Free Indeed." But it means showing up at 6:00am for rehearsal, then doing the same program three times between 8:30 and 11:30. By the time it's over, I'll have laryngitis, but it's worth it. I need to sing as much as I need to breathe - I just hope everyone understands that God said to make a joyful noise - he never said it had to sound great ;-)
Like a bad penny.... We used to scuba dive as our hobby, a hobby which eventually led to the procurement/construction of a small dive trailer to haul four sets of gear and four cylinders. It was a simple but elegant design - a box on a single axle frame, with the beginnings of a mural painted on both sides, and dive flags at either end. The kids had helped paint it, with Stephen taking special pains with the sharks. When we moved to Nashville, we sold it. We didn't dive as often, and we had no place to store it. Nearly ten years have passed since that October in '99 when we came up here, and I hadn't thought much about the trailer. I thought I had seen it the last time we went to Greenfield, but I wasn't sure. Then Saturday my mother-in-law called to say the neighbor across the street had our trailer for sale. The neighbor was asking a certain price, and we offered a little less. She called back later to say it was ours for the picking up. Sunday we made the trip to fet...
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