Worship is good.

I'm doing some worshiping right now. It's Sunday, after all. Throwing a little worship out your way if you checked in, helped out, offered to help out. Throwing a little good karma back at all of you good karma flingers. I don't have a lot of close family. This must be what that feels like.

We are feeling grateful for the outstanding array of talent, imagination, intelligence and humor you represent. And you appear to be on our side! How fortunate. This has been the first time since childhood when I really needed my people.

And you showed up. Thanks.

Amen.







Amongst the fellowship there has been some controversy. Some of you who have been following our lives through the facebook portal may be aware that we have been t p'd. Caitlin and Walker cleaned it up but really didn't feel as though anyone in their crowds would be doing this sort of thing.
Hey, I'm recovering from surgery! No one's asking me to clean up. Case closed, eh?

I went to bed about 10:00. I'm recuperating. The kids were still out back being good. I was tired. I fell asleep some time after 10:30 p.m. Caitlin came and woke me later to inform me that we'd been t p'd again. I responded "zmoprhg." I looked out, and my kids were cleaning up the mess again! My kids! Wow. Walker said "it's a lot easier now than when it get's dew on it." Wow.


As some of you may know, our neighborhood has some families who have been here a good long time, and we have some homes that are, well, cursed. They sit empty for a long period of time and then someone moves in who inevitably proves to be, well, shall we say further evidence in favor of the curse.

Jackie, who has been here as long as there was a development, lives across the street and is a lawn ranger. She mows twice on the diagonal. An avid mower, she will not let her grown sons mow. One of her sons spends hours and hours out front detailing hiw WR-X. Said twig unable to avoid proximity to well known tree. Jackie was up and saw our next door neighbor kid (from a cursed house) enthusiastically t p'ing our yard. She called Robyn, who was out with her friend, and Robyn called Caitlin. Caitlin went next door and rang the bell until the mother of the house came. Caitlin reported the youmg Bryce had t p'ed our yard, possibly for the second time, and she hoped that their household was now as awake and disturbed as ours was.

Moxie.

The mother said she'd "talk to" Bryce in the morning. However that goes, we have our neighborhood posse on the watch.