Nothing fancy

by chuckofish

Happy Memorial Day!

It’s been a busy long weekend so far. I played cards at someone’s house on Friday night! Of course, I shut that party down too, but it was fun while [I] lasted. On Saturday daughter #1 took me to a shindig at her club where they were celebrating their 125th anniversary. We had dinner and drank wine on the patio and listened to live music–the Boomer’s favorite playlist of ’70s tunes. It was very fun.

In the middle of all that I went to a funeral for an old acquaintance from my old church. It was at the PCUSA church she had attended for the last 15 years or so, which was interesting. It was a very pretty church, but the service, to me, was pretty lackluster. When we sang “Abide With Me” at the end of the service, I started to cry right on cue. Sacré bleu!

On Sunday we held our service out on the church lawn. We started doing these outdoor services during COVID and we continue now two or three times a year as weather permits. The youth provided the music. But everything else was as usual. We heard a good sermon on Joshua 23:1-16 which is Joshua’s last speech before he dies. We sang good hymns, including my favorite, Come Ye Sinners, Poor and Needy. The tears streamed down my face. The sun broke through the clouds at the end of the service and the birds flew overhead. The bud said, “I guess God wanted the sun to shine on us!” Indeed.

Yesterday was Bob Dylan’s 85th birthday! I hope you celebrated appropriately! God loves you, Bob, and so do we.

As is my tradition, in honor of Memorial Day, I watched my favorite WWII movie, They Were Expendable (1945). It is just the best.

Listen, son: you and I are professionals. If the manager says, “Sacrifice”, we lay down a bunt and let somebody else hit the home runs. We know all about those destroyers out of commission, tied up around San Diego. We could use them here. But they’re not around. They won’t be. Our job is to lay down that sacrifice. That’s what we were trained for, and that’s what we’ll do. Understand?

A toast to all the sailors and hunters home from the hill.

Today daughter #1 and the boy and his family are coming over to my house to enjoy some driveway sittin’. The boy will do the honors of bbq-ing some hamburgers. We’ll have chips ‘n dip, French Fries, salad, and something yummy for dessert. Nothing fancy. Just the way we like it. I hope you enjoy your day as well.

And this made me laugh: