Mon, Aug. 11
... Potluck dinners no more
Oh goodness. I think I say that in every new small town we get to, but I'm serious--they keep getting progressively worse! Right now we're in Red Deer, checking email at the library. Fortunately, we're only about 1/2 hour away, so I have a feeling we'll be here a lot this week. The town we're in this week is seriously only 20 min away from the church and reception hall where
Dave and Katie had their wedding on Saturday. I should have just rented a hotel room in town, instead of driving back on Saturday night. Oh well... I wasn't bringing my car anyways, so it makes it just as much driving, and it would have been kind of a hassle to find a place to put the car.
Heh. I'm such a dork. I walked down the middle of the street this morning carrying a pot of hot, melted wax. Because the church doesn't have a stove. Or a fridge. So we had to melt the wax at our billet's house, and we're not sure what we're going to do for lunches.
What kind of church doesn't have a fridge and stove? Hasn't that been integral to the structural design of a church since time began? How else are you supposed to do potluck dinners? And everyone knows that a church would fall apart without potlucks. How else do the single men in the congregation get fed?
Okay. I think it's time to go, because our parking time is almost up. Yeah. I've got a lot to do, and not nearly enough time left in the summer. Sad, sad day for me.
But I did get paint chips at Wal-Mart yesterday, so I'm starting to figure out what I want, since Janna left me with the job of picking paint colors. What do you think for a living room--a light yellow, or a light green? Or something else? But we want it to be kinda light, and open looking. The TV room downstairs will be the one that's darker and cozier.
Okay, I'm really going now. But sign the book and let me know what you think!
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posted at 2:37 p.m.
