Fine Food, Fine Spirits, & Good Friends
I mentioned that the "Giant
Burgers, 18 Different Beers" sign had been painted over.
Well, today I noticed that it's been replaced with a
tasteful sign reading "Fine Food, Fine Spirits, & Good
Friends" in silver script on a burgundy background. It
still makes me nostalgic for colleagues and good
times with a group. A bunch of friends whether hanging out
over giant burgers and beers or fine food and fine spirits
is an image filled with longing and a kind of exclusion, a
left-outness, a sense that everybody else is hanging with
friends just like on Friends or Seinfeld or
one of those TV shows that is meant to convince us that
people really live that way. Well, I guess people really do
live that way - just not in the vacuum where my life is
currently taking place.
Wild Frontier Bible Theme Park
The Methodist church around the corner from here, across
from the hardware store, has a sign advertising "Wild
Frontier Bible Theme Park ". Moses kilt him a bar when he
was only 3? Davy Crockett slew Goliath? The wedding at Cana
was actually a barn-raising? Noah's covered wagon crossed
the prairie with two buffalo, two bald eagles, two
gophers...? Jesus, Jesus Christ King of the Wild Frontier!
Passing on the Light of Christ through Rick
Who is Rick? A prophet? A lamp?
This banner hangs on a wall in the basement of the
Catholic school where my Thursday night meeting is. I have
not a clue what it means. Is there a Church of Rick like the
Church of Bob?
We'll leave the light on for ya.
round 1
So many cats, so little time. So many
volunteers, so much confusion. We had a new volunteer today
who has basically been ordered to work there by her mother
as punishment for getting all F's in school. This is
supposed to rehabilitate her? She at least likes cats.
However, she has no interest in doing a lick of work. She
requires more management than either Roberta or I could
stand to provide. I had to put the dishes in the sink for
her to get her to do dishes. She left the lid of the washer
open. She puts walkman headphones on Spunky. Arrrgggh!
I am worn out and smell bad but I have to go back tonight
to do the Purrfect Companions mailing.
round 2
Umm, for those of you who have repetitive strange injury
(aka scrivener's palsy), I highly don't recommend
spending 3 hours folding tri-fold brochures and cover
letters and stuffing and sealing envelopes. But, 'tis done.
The targeted 200 envelopes containing 3 brochures and a
cover letter each are ready to go to the Post Office in the
morning.
Now, we've got volunteers to be sponsors and volunteers
to be buddies and lord knows we've got cats. What are we
missing? Elders! We have to get the word out to elders in
Amesbury, Newbury, Newburyport, and Salisbury. Bring on the
elders!
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