Definitely feeling the effects of a long party weekend. It’s actually a good thing I didn’t have church this morning, because I don’t think I would have made it through the service. And so, I start my first Sunday as a heathen with a hangover.
This has been one of the best Fourths we’ve had in awhile. I took off Thursday, and was a lazy bum most of the day, except for a brief trip to purchase explosive devices legal in South Carolina. On Friday, the Fourth proper, we had quite a busy day. Thursday night I had also bought material to build a kayak/canoe storage system, so Friday morning I put it together. It works great!
About mid-afternoon I decided to return my laundered choir robe and church keys to McCarter, thereby divesting myself of any vestige of that church. As I got my old computer from my office, returned the robe, then placed the keys in the Clerk of Session mailbox, I noticed that my letter of resignation was still there. Unopened. Oh well. It’s this same lack of communication that will ultimately doom that little church. I am now totally finished with them.
Friday evening we had a repeat of the party prior to the Ellenberg reunion – Glynda, Lynda, Houston, Chip, Anna, and her mom, Lynn. We tossed some dead ground-up cow muscle on the flame box, and consumed other traditional holiday fare. Afterwards we headed to Glynda’s for the neighborhood fireworks display. We launched our fireworks, which were quite impressive, toward the park where the neighbors returned fire. Just as we were finishing, a group came up and said that they had nearly $500 worth of fireworks, and could they use our yard to launch. But of course! We kept blowing stuff up until 11:30.
Saturday morning was a rendezvous at Stax for breakfast, then another lazy day. Houston came back yesterday evening, and we sat in the hot tub drinking beer and discussing old times. Which brings us back to today, and the terrible state of my constitution. I guess I’m not as young as I once was.