Twas the night before Halloween, and all through the house...not a creature was stirring, not even a louse. That's pretty much the way things are for us "empty nesters". At least I think it is. I just mentioned to the little lady Kay (yes!!!) that we aren't carving pumpkins this evening. Her response was..."so!" Alas, it is true, without a kid in the house Halloween is relegated to buying a bunch of candy bars three weeks before the actual date of the event, and then try our best to eat them all before it gets here. We haven't been successful yet, but there is still almost 24 hours to accomplish that fete. We did go to a Halloween party last night...without costumes and we stayed all of 36 minutes.
The big event this weekend is...of course...the celebration of the Lutheran Reformation. It is remembered each year, on or about the 31st of October, because on October 31st in the year 1517 Martin Luther nailed his 95 Theses to the door of the Castle Church in Wittenberg Germany. Among his points for discussion was "why coffee must be served after every worship service, the need for all songs and hymns to be spontaneously sung in 4 part harmony, and the requirement that no one...and I mean no one...sits in my selected seat on Sunday morning." (all good Lutheran's understand the sanctity of one's own church pew!) Along with the Reformation celebration we also commemorated the 102 birthday of one of our church members, Gladys. Now it's not every day that someone turns 102! And it wasn't today. Actually, her birthday took place this past Monday. Because a 102nd birthday is not a regular occurrence we scheduled a HUGE bash last Sunday, after the worship service. We alerted the media, and camera crew from the local CBS affiliate took the bait and showed up. The problem was...the guest of honor didn't. No one knew where she was. a little later in the day the mystery was solved. It turns out that on the previous Thursday afternoon, just after renewing her driver's license for another 5 years, Gladys decided to stop at the car wash to clean up her 1980s vintage K-car. In the process she took a spill, and got bruised up a good bit. At 102 you tend to become a little fragile. She just wasn't feeling up to coming to church last Sunday so she stayed home to rest. She did make it today so we got to revel with her in her longevity...minus the TV crew.
Here it is, Sunday evening, and another weekend has come and just about gone. Did I mention that I sat and watched the Wisconsin-Ohio State football game last evening? Good, because I don't really want to talk about it. I'll be back out on the tennis court in the morning, and that should give me the opportunity to vent my frustrations. That should result in several more holes in the back wall of the building that houses the indoor courts.
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