Events

Diane and I have both received our COVID shots and survived.

Diane had the cataract removed from her right eye and can see perfect without her glasses with that eye. It’s a strange thing for her because she’s worn specs since she was 5-years-old. She’s also amazed that colors can be so bright. I’ve speculated that once she’s had both eyes done her difficulty with blue and brown socks will be history. Not knowing when that will happen, I’ve encouraged her to dump her sock drawer on the bed and sort her socks. I’m curious, aren’t you?

My dermatologist carved a couple of iffy spots off my body and sent them away for biopsy. They were both benign. Now I have two more spots on my body that will never tan. I’m a very blotchy person in my old age.

Ruth had her birthday on Diane’s and My anniversary. She’s 80, now, which means she was only 27 when Diane and I got married. We didn’t plan our wedding to intentionally be on Ruth’s birthday, but it’s OK. More reason to celebrate.

Our Pastor got a new knee. She’s been wanting one of those for a while. Around the same time, another friend got a new hip. Diane needs a new knee but won’t get one. She’s happy with the new eyeball she got and isn’t interested in a knee.

I started construction of the window frames for our new windows. Takes me lots of time to trick my mind into thinking I can cut the pieces correctly so they will fit properly. Yes I measured twice before cutting. Matter of fact, I measured dozens of times before cutting. It took me 3 days to cut the first board. It’s a very tiring process. So far I’ve got most of the pieces cut for 3 windows. Each window requires eight pieces to make them pretty. In a couple of weeks I plan to see if they fit. Until then, I’ll just pretend everything is just fine. I’ll take a photo one of these days to show you.

I’ve been involved in a long delay, ending just now, trying to get my laptop to recognize my phone so it will allow me to transfer new photos to share. I’d like to share because a lot has happened recently that was documented with my camera by Diane. Since the photos aren’t working now, I’ll just explain them to you.

First off, Diane and I left home last Tuesday, headed for Bend, Oregon. On the way we traversed Highway 22 from Salem to Tumalo State Park near Bend. Much of the landscape we travelled through was severely burned recently. A number of small towns along the route were totally destroyed. Pretty sad. Detroit Lake was one of the most notable for us because we stayed at the park there not long ago. All of the structures along the highway are now gone. Destroyed homes and vehicles, including fire trucks, litter the route. Even with all that destructions, people are rebuilding, reclaiming their land. I only took a few photos of that aspect of our trip.

We made it to Bend unscathed. The road was nice and wide and I didn’t run off the road even once. Diane was pleased. We got eveything set up by 4 pm or so, and called it a day, hooked up the TV and watched it until we both woke up and went to bed.

The next day, Wednesday, we made a valiant effort to go see Tumalo Falls in person. We only had to drive 15-20 miles, or so, to tiny parking lot next to a locked gate. Turns out to see the falls in person one must hike 2.5 miles down a rocky road. We made it out about 1 mile before deciding that looking up photos of the falls on the internet was a better use of our time. We exited the road and followed small deer trails along the Tumalo River back to the tiny parking lot.

I think it was the Tumalo River. It was coming from the direction of the falls. Had to’ve been the Tumalo River. Even though it looked more like a creek.

OK, I actually looked it up and it IS a creek! Go figure. Tumalo Creek! It empties into the Deschutes River which actually runs next to Tumalo State Park. I think I read that somewhere.

On Thursday we thought we’d find some Mexican food for lunch. We were hungry. I searched the internet for nearby Mexican themed food truck, because we like food trucks, and found one at a place on Purcell Drive call River Place. I don’t know why they call it River Place because I never once saw a river. Anyway, we found the food truck we were looking for and it was closed. Being hungry we took a look at the other 3 food trucks. Actually, I looked at the other 3 trucks because Diane stated she didn’t care what I got. She just wanted me to go out there and make a decision. So, I opted for a very busy roast beef sandwich from Hogan’s Hoagies. It had things in there I’ve never seen before, but it was really good. They had tables spread out on a patio but we opted to test fate and eat our sandwich in the car with flimsy paper the only thing keeping whatever was in the sandwich off our clothes.

It was delicious! Highly recommended, and it was only $11. Fed both of us easily.

Since Pilot Butte State Park was right in front of us as we left the food truck parking lot, we decided to visit it. Another state park we can check off the list. Turns out Pilot Butte is a very prominent hill of prominence in the Bend area. You may want to look it up and check it out. Or, you can just click HERE without searching. That works. Just checked it. It’s a stunning view.

From there we ventured to the Humane Society thrift store. While Diane looked at interesting stuff, I checked the shoe supply, looking for something in an 8.5 for Lydia. Saw some interesting footwear but none the right size. Then we went to Goodwill seeking other treasures. I didn’t find any, but Diane did. She always finds nifty stuff.

On the way home Diane went through a DQ drive thru by mistake and we wound up with a chocolate malt for me and a cherry slushi for Diane. I had mine gone within a block of leaving DQ but Diane held on to hears, taking only little sips as she drove, then finally mixing it with a glass of moscato back at the RV. It was a very pretty drink.

Today, Friday, we paid a visit to a Hobby Lobby we spied a day or two ago. Turns out that the road that runs past our park kinda terminates in the Hobby Lobby parking lot. Pretty handy. The store’s name was very misleading to me because it doesn’t really have the kind of hobbies I was thinking of. It was pretty much all girly stuff. But, I went up and down every isle and looked at every bit of it while Diane lagged about 1/4 mile behind looking at everything 2, 3 times. It’s a really big store, so I got a lot walking in for this trip.

I cooked dinner tonight. Simple fare of omelettes, bacon, hash browns and toast. Comfort food.

Now we relax until morning when we unhook from the park facilities and head back to St. Helens.

Another adventure.

April 20th

Once again we enter a special time of year that reminds me I’m the luckiest guy in the world. On this day, in 2021, a very special Lady will have allowed me to bask in the glow of her presence for the past 53 years.

There were moments when we didn’t see eye to eye, but we’ve always seen heart to heart. Without a doubt.

This was taken on Okinawa in 1968, not long after she joined me on the island. From what you see in the photo, you might suspect that our life was not an easy one to start, but we actually didn’t realize then that life could be better. We had each other and we were together.

That’s all that mattered back then.

That’s still what matters today.

Thank you for all those wonderful years, My Love.

Let me bask a while longer.

I Love You!

Getting Older & Losing my Mind

It’s been a while since I’ve been here so please have patience with me as i teach my old arthritic fingers to flitter around on my keyboard like they used to. Yeah, they actually flittered. So fast, sometimes, that they had no clue what they were doing. Those are the posts I should have edited, but didn’t.

Let’s see what I can remember since March 16th …

Hmmmmmmm. Apparently not much … I’ve been sitting here for about 15 minutes wracking my shriveling brain and staring at my calendar for clues but nothing is happening. That leads me to believe that one of two things has happened: 1) My short term memory has finally bit the dust completely, or; 2) Absolutely nothing happened.

Since #2 is unlikely, I’ll go with #1 which opens up a wide range of possibilities since I can just make stuff up, not caring about whether or not what I’m sharing is true. That being said, let’s pretend I know what I’m doing here…

Yesterday was an astoundingly beautiful day in the Pacific Northwest. So beautiful that I was compelled to fire up my new-to-me lawnmower and see what kind of damage i could do to the grass that was growing wile pretty much everywhere. Actually, that was the second time I’ve mowed it since acquiring my new-to-me mower.

About that – it’s an X304 John Deere all wheel steering rig that was kind of freaky to drive the first time I used it. I got it from Diane’s Mom’s Sister whose Husband, Bill, recently passed away leaving the mower stranded in his garage. It needed attention which I was happy to give it.

Jeff helped me get it home by renting a trailer from Don’s Rental. I would have hauled it in my old pickup truck but it went to a new home where someone could take better care of it. So, you might say I’m pickupless. That could be a word. I’ve ordered a trailer hitch for the Equinox so I can drag a trailer around if necessary but it won’t be here until next week sometime.

I also ordered hitch a mounted motorcycle carrier to tote my scooter around. I believe I mentioned it previously. One of these days I’ll have a photo to share, but can’t find one right now that can be saved in this post. I don’t know why.

In reference to the title, it’s true. I’m reminded of both those events on a regular basis throughout my day. In my typical fashion, I ignore those little jabs because I’ve earned every one of them.

Today it was 70 degrees outside so I went out and tussled with our blackberry vines for a while. It seems to be a neighborhood thing now, kinda like a competition. Our neighbor is winning but they’re cheating by using a hedge trimmer. It’s an electric one. I’m going to get a Stihl gas-powered one tomorrow. That will surely show them.

Just finished watching Gonzaga squeek by the UCLA Bruins in the 2nd game of the final four. What a game it was. I normally cheer for the Zags but no matter who won it, it would be a west coast team. I’ve followed the lady basketballers, too, and the west coast did well. Actually, the Pac-12 did well because the two teams playing for the championship (Arizona & Stanford) are Pac-12 teams. Pretty snazzy.

Now I must go find a squeegie and scrap the dried sweat off my body so I don’t mess up the sheets. It’s time for bed.

Ziva the Dog – 2006-2021

Ziva was a terrific dog. We rescued her from a shelter in St. Helens. Almost her entire first year of life was spent in that facility and she was on a short list for transfer to another shelter that would dispose of her.

Prompting my introduction to Ziva was the loss of our little Poodle, Ziggy, at the age of 18. Not long after Ziggy’s departure, Diane had a lapse in good judgement and paid a visit to the shelter just to see the animals. Just looking. Then she came home and insisted that we go back so she could introduce me to this wonderful dog. She said the dog was looking away from the barrier, but tipped her head way back to look at her as she walked by. This got Diane’s attention. I’m sure the dog had been using this ploy for a long time but Diane was the first who fell for it, all the way.

When we got to the shelter Diane led me to the proper cage and I was immediately with her 100%. I went into the cage, sat on the floor, and the dog who became Ziva came to me a laid down in my lap. That did it for me. We did all the paper work and took her home. On the way she became Ziva on that trip. The name was a tip of our hats to the Ziva David character on NCIS, one of our favorite TV shows. One of the main requirements was that her name had to have a Z in it. All of our pets’ names have a Z in them. The first was Ziggy. It continued with Ziva, Panzee, Breezie, and Ozzie. We lost Panzee in 2018 but Breezie and Ozzie are still with us. Breezie is a cat with an unknown age and Ozzie is also 15 now, but he’s a poodle and will be with us a long time.

At her first vet visit we asked Dr. Middle what kind of dog she was because the people at the shelter didn’t know. He said she looked like a cross between a Catahoula Leopard Dog and a Blue Heeler. Whatever her heritage might have been, we loved all of it.

She had one last walk in the snow, something she enjoyed, though it might not look like it here.

…and she left her mark at home and in our hearts.

Peace to you all, and stay safe.

Be Safe

So, since wearing a mask is mandatory for everyone, does that mean someone who plans to rob someone, shouldn’t? It only seems reasonable. All they’d have to do is just pull it down, accomplish the robbery, then pull the mask back up and blend into the crowds.

The world we once knew has changed. “Normal” has an entirely different look than it did just over a year ago. The big change, in addition to lots of people dying from the pandemic, is the need to wear a mask. My opinion is that had everyone heeded that need early on, many of those we lost could have been saved. That’s water under the bridge, never to be seen again, so we move forward with what we’ve got.

About that enormous “S” at the beginning … when I started this a few days ago I didn’t have a plan so decided to fiddle with ‘settings’ and found the setting that does that. Now that I kinda have a plan I thought it might be a distraction, and should turn it off. I’ll be darned, however, that I cannot figure out how I did that. So, we’ll all just have to deal with it.

You might be happy to know that I’ve received both of my COVID shots. Yup. The VA took care of me. Diane was a little bummed that she wasn’t able to get hers right away and worked very hard researching to find out where to register and where to go. She finally obtained a reservation at the Portland Convention Center for last Friday. That’s the day I got my second shot. She was absolutely giddy about getting her first shot, as was I. She will get her second shot on February 26th. That will be another giddy day for both of us.

Second shots, I learned, are noticeably different than the first. I found myself ricocheting off hall walls while getting from one place to another, and tripping over throw rugs because my feet didn’t see the need to rise up a little higher to compensate for the height increase from the wood floor. Consequently, I’ve taken over, when I remember, and force the issue by helping with the lift. It works most of the time. So far I’ve been able to remain vertical but the danger still lurks out there that the next one could be my downfall. Pun intended.

After a couple of days of snow a week or so ago, our weather turned quite balmy causing our lawn to start growing again, thinking winter was over. Not wanting to put my new lawnmower at risk of getting dirty too early in the season, we borrowed the neighbor’s mower. It worked nicely because the grass is always greener in our yard. Her name is Betty. We could have used a couple of goats, too, but they aren’t nice to Betty. So, she works alone.

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For a change of pace, instead of opting for chalupas and tacos from Taco Bell, Diane made a heaping pot of her famous beef stew a couple of days ago. When I said heaping, I wasn’t kidding. It was full to the tippy top. Here’s proof. It’s the best she ever made which was not a surprise since I had a hand in making it. I cut up all the potatoes, carrots, and meat so it would fit in the pan. All she did was make an incredible broth. Makes me want some now.

Everyone really liked it but, thankfully, there was more than enough for seconds and enough for repeats on following days. That’s my supper. I just decided.

I may have mentioned in a previous post that breakfast burritos have become something of a ‘thing’ with me. They seem to be popular with those with whom I dwell, so I make them just for fun, not just for me. They are dreadfully simple to make … just a few small peppers, green onions, frozen O’brien hashbrowns, bacon and/or sausage and eggs.

To start, I get the bacon and instead of cooking whole slices, I slice a bunch of pieces off the end of the slab and toss them in a pan. Well, I ‘put’ them in a pan. Tossing proved to be a challenge and made a mess on which Diane frowned. The pieces come apart when they heat up and start skizzeling which is handy. When they get to the right shade of ‘done’ I add a bunch of O’brien’s and let them thaw out a bit while I cut up the peppers and onions.

I’ve learned to ensure I removed all the tiny little pepper seeds before cooking because they are rock hard and not friendly on my teeth. After slicing up a random number of them, I cut the roots off the green onions, cut them up and add them to the mix. It all goes into the pan with the hashbrowns.

While things are heating up I crack a bunch of eggs and set them aside until all the veggies are the right color and firmness. Then I dump them in the pan, too. I don’t mix them up first because I kinda like the way they look all perched up on top of the vegetables awaiting their demise. After enjoying that little bit of drama, I start mixing and rolling everything together and keep that up until nothing is recognizable and nothing is shiny. Shiny means the eggs aren’t quite done yet.

Then I turn the burner off and break out the tortillas.

Somewhere during this process words gets around that Grandpa is cooking again and people show up. Thankfully, I get first dibs.

It makes me happy to know I have a skill that’s useful.

Maybe I should take pictures of the process. Might make more sense. Instead, I’ll leave you with this one.

Because of the mask mandate, I was able to enjoy the smell of green onions for a trip to Portland and back before Diane discovered what I’d done.

What fun.

My main message here is captured with the big letters at the beginning.

Cheers

Dazed & Confused

I don’t know where to start with this today. So much has been happening that my mind is frizzled just a bit in an effort to make sense of events.

First: The new windows we had installed earlier in the week work great. We removed the Anderson windows that were installed in 1957, which were nice but not very good with insulation, and replaced them with brand new 2020 double pane Anderson windows. Not only is the insulation noticeably better, the windows help with dimming down outside noise. That was unexpected, but it makes sense. So, life is good. Now all I have to do is save up enough money to buy enough lumber to trim all the windows. Diane want it to be oak and my first rough estimate is I need about 325 board feet to get it done. I will measure again just to make sure, of course. Diane insists. This shouldn’t take me much more than a year and a half, give or take a few months either way.

Second: COVID has involved itself with our lives. Our granddaughter tested positive about a week ago. She recently turned 21 so I accused her, kiddingly, that she shouldn’t have been hanging out at all those bars. She wasn’t and I knew that. She knew I knew it, too. Her symptoms are mild but still it’s not anything to trifle with so we will remain concerned for now. Also in the family, our daughter, Jennifer and hubby Daniel, are fostering Daniel’s great nephew who was recently diagnosed with COVID. He’s only 8-months-old. Everyone else in the family tested negative. Diane and I don’t count because we’re old and don’t go anywhere. We’re very good sequesterers. Professional, you might say, and we’re just fine with that.

Third: How about that mini-Revolution we had yesterday. Diane and I watched the events as they unfolded and were astounded that only one person was shot. What a mess. I won’t expound on this because I avoid political issues on this forum. I have opinions, of course, but I’m pretty sure none of you want to ‘hear’ about them.

Fourth: I had an “in person” eye appointment at the VA hospital with a nice young lady named Jahaila. She’s working at the VA as an intern and will graduate in May as a real deal Doctor. I enjoyed my visit and look forward to getting my new glasses in a few weeks. I think the glasses are made in Boise, last I heard, and they have a heavy workload, hence the delay. I think the glasses are delivered to our local post office by two guys on a tandem bicycle who’s sole purpose in life is to deliver glasses for the VA. For safety, they only travel backroads, never on freeways. In towns they are allowed to ride on the sidewalks because the guy in the back is legally blind. Since he isn’t steering, that’s OK. He’s really only there to pedal, really hard, and isn’t in any way responsible for anything they run over, or into, during their delivery trips. They’ve been doing this for many years now so they must really be careful.

This is the view from the 8th floor elevator lobby of the Portland VA Hospital.

Fifth: Diane’s Mom’s light over her sink burned out so I replaced it after we got back from the VA. Putting in a new bulb didn’t fix it so I got out my trusty multi meter and didn’t learn a thing that would lead to a solution. So, I called my friend, Doug, who used to be a professional electrician for some insight. He tells me that his knowledge of codes terminates around 2010 so he limits his involvement with the understanding that anything he shares isn’t useful with regard to current codes. We kibutzed a bit and he managed to lead me in a direction that will probably allow me to resolve the problem on my own. Tomorrow will tell the tail. All I have to do is remember what he told me. It would be easier with notes but he stresses the importance of not taking notes during our visits because something could go wrong which could result in a visit from the police. I understand his concern, so there are no notes. Just my faulty memory. We’ll see how that goes.

Now it’s time for me to stop all activity for the day and go sit with Diane to make sure she doesn’t watch too many shows about renovating houses. They leave her giddy with possibilities about our home. Thankfully, we live a long way from Waco so we can’t feasibly engage Chip and Joann to fix our house. It would be nice, though. Wouldn’t it be funny if they read this and decided to come visit? I’ll be sure to let you know if that happens. Honest, I will.

Now I must stop and report that a lot of what you just read is false. I can’t help myself.

G’nite.

Diane, my bride …

Tomorrow Diane will be 74-years-old for the first time in this life. She has devoted all but 22 of those years to the feeding and caring of me. I’m profoundly grateful that she’s done that and do my best to reciprocate but, sadly, I know I fall short most of the time. Still, I try.

Her one wish to celebrate this event was to have lunch at Norma’s Seafood & Steak in Seaside. So, that’s where we went yesterday. It’s just an 83 mile jaunt to get there, but that’s OK because she drove. I never drive when we go places unless the weather is incredibly bad.

It was supposed to rain a lot yesterday but God helped the celebration by holding off until the day was done. We had clear sailing all the way and, thankfully, pretty much everyone else stayed home like they were supposed to. That made the drive very relaxing for both of us.

We were pretty hungry when we got to Norma’s and were only a little upset that they weren’t allowed to have inside dinners. They did have take out, though, so we placed our orders knowing exactly where we would go to eat.

That would be at the southern end of Seaside Beach, where all the seagulls go for fun. If you want to look it up on Google Maps go to Seaside OR and change the view to Satellite and find Sunset Blvd. There’s a small stretch of the blvd where you can park and watch the ocean. In the summer there are always lots of surfers doing their best to dodge the occasional shark. Just a few days ago a shark caught one of them. The surfboard was DOA but the surfer only suffered a few puncture wounds.

If, after browsing Google Maps, you can return here and see what we saw …

This is the view from the car looking north. You can see some of the residents scrambling to get a good seat in case something fell out of the car that needed their attention.

This was the view through the windshield. It wasn’t raining, but the wind was blowing making it more than a little chilly. Beside, we had food in our laps that needed our attention.

Diane got the 4-piece halibut fish and chips and I got the crab salad. Mine was a step down from crab louie – it didn’t have a boiled egg or tomatoes, just lots of crab and lettuce. I also had a cup of Norma’s chowder. So far hers is my favorite of all the places we’ve eaten on the Pacific Coast.

I’m sorry I failed to capture a photo of our eating arrangements. All I got was one of a local citizen who chose to keep an eye on us in case we needed anything, or if we came across something we didn’t want …

He looks like a Nigel. He never looked directly at us with both eyes but we knew he never missed a move, and he got really excited when Diane rolled down the windows a bit so we could enjoy the sound of the ocean.

After lunch we made our way north along Highway 101 to Astoria. On the way we stopped at Costco to get a few essentials. That stop brought the cost of Diane’s lunch trip up to around $400. That’s not a complaint, just a casual observation. We absolutely needed everything we bought, especially the toilet paper. Really, we did.

While at Costco this caught my eye …

… I couldn’t get my head wrapped around the picture of a beef patty in a field eating grass. Still can’t. However, now that I’ve shared it with you, I can let it go and reclaim that memory space for something equally confusing. Thank you.

From Costco we stopped at the Warrenton DQ for dessert. Diane wanted a slushi but the slushi machine was broken so she settled for root beer. I got my standard chocolate malt. That’s pretty much the only thing I ever get when we visit DQ. I love those things!

My malt was all gone by the time we got through Astoria. From there it was a relaxing drive home, past all the familiar places we’ve seen a hundred times before. It never gets dull.

The rain held off until just before we got to St. Helens. This ensured I would get wet because Diane makes me get out of the car before she parks in the garage. Thankfully I only got a little bit wet so it was OK. It would have been OK had I been drenched, too.

Diane and I both agreed that it was a really good day. But, isn’t any day at the beach a good day? Yes, it is.

I hope you are all well and staying safe.

Wear you mask everywhere whether or not you think they work.

The Other Day …

The above sunrise was provided to me on 12/07. What a gift. Totally unexpected. This is the time of year when the sun rises almost directly behind Mt. Hood. This view is about 30 minutes before the sun becomes visible, taking all the color away in a slow fade. I’m always amazed at how vivid the colors are before the transition to various shades of gray on a blue background. Or, more often, various shades of gray everywhere. So, the early morning color is special and I’m happy I can share it with you.

I know, Hawaii has sunrises and sunsets equally stunning, but over there it’s a “ho hum” event. Happens all the time. Here in the Great Northwest it seems to be a little more special.

The day of this sunrise, Diane bowed to my wishes and gave me a haircut. I offered the job to all of the kids but they declined. Before she started, I asked her to “make me look like Jim.” I sat down to watch TV and took a picture for you …

How did she do?

The head band, by the way, is used to keep the hair out of my eyes while I work. It doesn’t get used much because I don’t work much. It’ll be more useful if my hair grows back.

Speaking of work … Jeff and I did some work in the master bathroom recently to fix a leak that just sprang up out of nowhere. Actually, it sprang down into the basement. It was the toilet, but it was clean water causing the problem. That work is still in progress because we had to replace some of the underlayment which involved shopping, measuring, and cutting of wood. Diane found the linoleum at the Restore Store for $8. It’s been a fun project but is taking far too long for Diane’s liking. She watches a lot of HGTV shows where those guys do a simple little job like this in a couple of hours which just isn’t in the cards for us. There is a lot of learning involved for us to do the same thing in 2 weeks.

During this process Jeff commented to his Mom that he and I worked together all day and didn’t fight even one time. We’ve both learned tolerance, I guess. I think we both enjoy working together now. Before it was a battle of wills as to who knew what and how things should be done. Now it’s all about me just stepping out of the way while he lifts all the heavy stuff and makes decisions. I’ve learned that if his decisions are bad ones, I’m in the clear because I didn’t do it. So far he’s been making really good decisions.

The toilet job involved removing and replacing wood, and making a template for the sheet linoleum to ensure it’s semi-straight. It’s to the point now where I need to remove all dust from the surface so I can put down the adhesive and pin the linoleum down forever. Then I’ll have to procure some baseboard and shoe molding to finish it.

Going slow has revealed that doing so results in a safer work environment and I don’t bleed nearly as often. Lately, I’ve only bled a little when I bump my hand on something. my skin is so thin that it’s pretty easy for me to breach my water-proof barrier. They are easily sealed with a small piece of duct tape.

Gonna quit, now, and get that floor finished.

Communion

It might surprise many of you to learn that I help our Pastor with communion on Sundays once in a while. Yesterday was one of those times.

It’s not a difficult task, and I enjoy helping. All I do is hold a tray of pre-filled communion cups and, due to COVID, Pastor passes out the bread with a small set of plastic tongs. A clean, simple process, right? Yes, it is.

When I join Pastor in the altar area she serves me first, then we go to the front of the church and serve the congregants as they file past us.

When that’s done we return to the altar where it’s my turn to serve Pastor. I didn’t even make it past the bread before disaster struck when I picked up a piece of bread for her and those tiny little plastic tongs snapped right in half. As you might suspect, the sanctuary was very silent so when the snapping tongs was quite profound. No one really knew what caused it because I was able to complete the transfer without dropping anything.

I gently put the broken tong parts in my pocket and served Pastor the wine, completing the process. Then, when I put the tray on the altar I loudly clanged the tray lid on the tray. So, I batted 1000, but it was OK. I got the job done and actually didn’t spill, or drop anything. I just made a lot of noise and everyone got to take home a story to share that begins with, “Guess what Jerrie did today…”

Now I need to find replacements before next Sunday. I’m thinking chopsticks.

Peace to you all.