In the mainstream denominations, I guess I am now what’s refered to as one of the “unchurched,” although I think that’s a euphanism for what evangelical churches call “unsaved.” I hardly count myself in either group.
The morning was cool and breezy for a change, which made the weekend routine of yard work much more palatable. I finally got every blade of grass cut – first time this summer. The afternoon was spent at Richard Kaup’s second third birthday party. That’s right, this is his third birthday, but today was the second party. Laura and I were delighted that John and Kate threw a party just for us to attend last Sunday. This one had all of his little friends – dozens of knee-high human grubs.
In the evening, I watched the “13th Warrior”, starring Antonio Banderas as an Arab poet who chronicles the story of Beowulf (or a loose adaptation thereof.) It was actually better than I had expected. Right before going to bed I got another call from Laura. She had called once while I was at Richard’s party, but this time she held up the phone so I could here the music at this dinner she was attending. It was a Gamelan Band, accompanying a meal of Thai food. I wish I were in California on this trip, too.