Raise the song of harvest home

by chuckofish

Daughter #2 and petite famille left yesterday for Lexington and should arrive later today in our flyover city. We are beyond excited!

Meanwhile I have been readying the old manse for their arrival, stocking up on fruits and veggies for them, Pampers, etc. Daughter #1 arrived yesterday with a case of our house wine and handmade holiday outfits, so we are all set.

Earlier in the week, we heard the very sad news that our favorite local watering hole, Club Taco, was set to close on Sunday, so we dropped by for our last take-out margaritas. We tried so hard to support them through the pandemic, which threatened to close so many small businesses, but it turned out it wasn’t COVID that did them in. Their lease was not renewed. Heavy sigh.

Then we went home and settled in for a somewhat subdued happy hour of listening to music at home, culminating in a good ol’ Bob Dylan singalong.

And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burning coal
Pouring off of every page
Like it was written in my soul
From me to you
Tangled up in blue

In church on Sunday we were flying high with a full congregation and the choir back! Congregational singing was awesome. Add to that a solid sermon on the second half of Romans 6 (The wages of sin is death!) and it was all pretty great.

So although we mourn the demise of Club Taco, we are nevertheless off to a good start to our Thanksgiving week. Hope you all are too.