Book of the Bible

I saw this on Cheryl's blog and I had to give it a try...


You are Proverbs.


Which book of the Bible are you?
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In recaplet...

That really isn't the right title as to have a recaplet you must be recapping the recap and if you don't have the first recap you can't have the recaplet. And that made a boatload of sense, I'm sure! What I meant to say is that I have a lot of stuff to tell you because I 1) procrastinated after the wedding then 2) got quite busy. And now I shall tell you all about it.

I did think of a few things that I could have written about for you between Sunday and Thursday but I was too lazy to do it. In that span of time I almost completely finished reading my history textbook and read books, both fiction and non fiction. Beth came home for a visit on Friday which meant that there was no way that I was going to read the last chapter for my U.S. history studies. I still have to read that chapter.

Beth and I spent most of Sabbath invading Ally's house. You see Beth has this little kitten called Mopsy who was staying at her Aunty Ally's house while her mommy went on vacation. Mopsy needed time to get used to her aunts house and her cousins, Molly and Nala, so mommy Beth left Mopsy there before she left for vacation, but to make baby Mopsy feel secure in the new environment Beth spent ALL DAY with her at Auntie’s house. And Aunty Debbie just had to come along to play with all of her "nieces".

Sunday was quite busy all around. Dad, Mom, Beth, and Ally all when to the Car Show at Pine Tree Academy for at least some of the day. Dad showed his new Hybrid car and got to gloat about the mileage. He, Ally, and Beth played in the band and Mom got to talk to people. All this is hearsay because I didn't go. I was at the Harpswell Festival. I have been volunteering at the Oasis Clinic for several weeks and one of the nurses told me that CHANS (Community Health and Nursing Services) were having a booth at the festival that would be taking free blood pressure readings and that I was welcome to come and get some practice with that if I wanted. I leapt at the offer. So from 11 to 5 on Sunday I sat under a small patio umbrella and took blood pressures. As an estimate I would say I took at least about 30 to 40 BP's in six hours. I discovered that after doing more that 8 BP's you hand doesn't work anymore. I had to switch hands back and forth to inflate the cuff.

For all that it was a good day. I got to watch the parade (there was a lot of classic cars), wander around the fairgrounds (mostly people trying to sell you things), eat gespato soup (spicier than I thought it would be), watch an ambulance try to get between very close rows of tents (a lady had heat stroke and passed out only three booths down), and get sunburnt (I forgot to bring sunscreen).


That evening Mom and I left to go usher at Maine State Music Theatre. It was Cats. What more should I have to say? I'll tell you anyway, as you know. Beth and Ally were watching it as patrons the same night as we were ushering it. Mom was seating people on Orchestra Left and I was taking tickets left. I wanted to seat people but that didn't work out. After everyone was seated we were given our seating assignments.

Here is what I LOVE about ushering. We got betters seats that what Beth and Ally had. They were in the balcony in good seats for balcony seats. We were in row H seats 103 and 104 which is right in the center. We had cats come up and sing at us! (The show wasn't limited to just the stage, the actors were in the isles {yes I know that's spelled wrong but at least it sounds right when you say it} and the box seats cavorting and singing.) And we could see perfectly. There were 2 seats next to us that were empty. Ally and Beth joined us after the intermission. Show-wise it was good. Really good. I can't even tell you. You have to know Cats to understand. If you've seen it live than, well, you would understand. It was a very, very good show.

Wedding stuff

Yesterday was Camille and Shawn's wedding and it was very nice and very hot as the church was absolutely packed. As most people know Camille is part of the "baby boomlet" that the church had and you definitely could tell by the number of early to middle 20 year olds there were both in the bridal party and in the church as a whole.

Knowing that can you guess how many people were actually in the bridal party? Try. No really, try guessing. No you can't peek! People are just no fun sometimes. Really. Ok, now that you've guessed (you have right?) I'll tell you. 18! Maybe I've just lived in New England too long or maybe it's just because I've mostly seen Adventist weddings but that seems to me to be a prodigious amount of people. They had to be in two rows to fit on the stage.

The bridesmaids wore misty purple, tea-length, strapless dresses with a deep pinkish (maroon-ish?) purple tie around their waist. The men had matching vests and ties. The church was simply decorated with vines, candles and some flowers of the appropriate color.

They had three musical selections. One was a Josh Groben song (don't know why I find that funny), the third was When God Made You, and the middle was very sweet. Shawn wrote it for Camille and sang it for her before the homily. Why is it that it is only weddings that have homilies in Adventist churches? I think in catholic churches the sermon is always called a homily, but here you can say "I'm giving a homily" and don't even need to add for a wedding because if your giving a homily it has to be for a wedding. That and it sound so odd. Listen: homily. It sounds homely. Either that or like a relative of humus. Such an odd word.

Music, right. Anyway his song was very sweet and was about how God had given him a blessing in Camille. I think she teared up, but I can't say for certain. What else to tell?

It was the first time they had kissed. eeeeeeee!
His father gave the "homily" and Pastor Harry helped.
They had an Anne of Avonlea quote on the back of the program which I will reproduce here because I like it. It is found on the last page of Anne of Avonlea (I looked it up last night).

Perhaps, after all, romance did not cone into one's life with pomp and blare, like a gay night riding down; perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways;perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sodden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betraying the rhthym and the music. Perhaps...perhaps...love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

Nice isn't it? Camille had "Anne's Theme" as her wedding march. I never would have thought of that, but it worked. It worked very well. It almost had me in tears. And I don't cry at weddings, not even my sisters'.

All in all it was a very nice wedding. The reception was outdoors at the Penner's house and it didn't rain, for all it threatened to all day. We didn't stay for the whole thing as our family just happens to be chalk-full of introverts who get tired out by a lot of people, and there were a lot of people!

I am so not going to do that if I get married. Be forwarned, if you think I my get married to someone, make sure you got to church with me. If I had my way I would just stand up in church and get it over with then. Unromantic? Yes, but very practical.

Church related ramblings

Thought I would pop on to say that all is well here in Maine. Our family had potluck today. Our church does potlucks a little differently then most. We have pre-selected teams (ten in total) that rotate weeks. Anyone who knows they are coming can definitely still bring food but there is guaranteed to be enough with the teams bringing food. Because of this system our church can have potluck every week without relying on the few people that always bring food and then wearing them out.

In the past we have had very bad experiences with this system. Our family, that is, no the church in general. For about a year and a half our group had two families that actually stayed for potluck (the half is for a family that only stayed half the time). One or two time the other faithful potluckers were gone over our week and we were the only family that we knew would be bringing food!

Praise God those days seem to be over! Apparently the potluck groups were altered recently and we got about three more families who not only bring food but stayed downstairs to help get everything together! This was the least stressful potluck that I have ever helped to put on. Of course, the change might have been made last year while I was at college and I was just clueless... That is always a possibility with me.

The church was absolutely packed today. This is mostly because tomorrow morning Camille Truby is getting married. Camille was part of this church as long as I can remember. She went to school with my older sister and her mom was my first and second grade teacher. Her dad moved away from B______ a few years ago when she was is college, but she choose to get married here, with us. That means that because officially this isn't "her" church both the groom and bride are importing a lot of people. Result: a really full church today.

I missed all of the church service today because I had to be downstairs. This is both good and bad. Bad because I missed the sermon. Good because it was SO much cooler downstairs than upstairs, even with three ovens running. It is interesting to note that 3 ovens running in the 300 to 400 degree range do not generate as much heat as 300 people sitting in one big room with very little ventilation. The good outnumbers the bad only because Dad got to hear the sermon and took notes on it for Mom and me and gave us the 20 minute tour of the 45 minute sermon.

quickly

Mom just called. Gail has just left and gone. It went quite well, all things considering. No fights, tears, or police. Gail even apologised, although I'm not sure about what as mom wasn't very clear. Mom will be leaving in a little bit, she's going to talk with family members and get herself packed up first. But if she leaves by 5 she should be home at eight as planned.

State Quiz

You're Maine!

Wild and untamed, you have a vibrant and independent spirit. Most of your time is spent contemplating yet another way to market lobster to the rest of the world. This makes you feel at sea from time to time, or even unable to see the forest for the
trees. Everyone thinks your hometown is a much more famous town on the other side of the world, but you vaguely enjoy the confusion and the secrecy that results from this. After all, every town everywhere has a street you like to think is named in your honor.


Take the State Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

Who'd a' thunk it? I'm my own state.

Now then, what are you?

She's going/coming home!

Whether it is coming or going depends on which she you referring to. My mother is coming home tonight from all her adventures in New Hampshire. Gail, the cause of those adventures, is finally going home... for good! She did not stay in Grammie's house last night after Aunt Linda and Uncle Rodney threatened to call the police on her for trespassing if she didn't leave. She left.

I find it amazing that my relatives had as much patience with her as they did. She was there three days longer then she should have been. (She was supposed to be out by Sunday.) I would have called (not threatened to, but actually called) the police by day two if she didn't leave.

She came back today with her son and her son's truck to haul away to her son's house the mountain of rubbish she salvaged and stuffed in Gram's house. Beth was planning on taking Gram out during this move, in case the son is also peeved about his mother being fired as Grammie does not need to be exposed to that type of thing. Mom is leaving for home after she is completely moved out for good. She is staying around to give Aunt Linda moral support and to present a "united family front". Hopefully she (Mom) will be home by eight or nine tonight. God willing, that is.

Update

Mom has neither gotten nor left for home yet. She hit on a little snag called Gail. Apparently Gail decided that there was no reason for her to go home and planned on (loudly) convincing/ bullying everyone into letting her stay. She spent an hour and a half crying, arguing, and justifying her actions to Aunt Mary.

When she (finally) realized that that wouldn't work she arranged to have her son come with his truck today to help her move. She was originally suppose to be out by Sunday then she decided to stay at her son's for an extra day, and now she "conveniently" didn't arrange for anything to move all the copious junk that she bought and stuffed in Grammie's house.

Can you tell that I'm a little peeved about this?

Please remember that I'm hearing everything second hand at this point and then interpreting it. Hopefully when Mom does get back on Wednesday or Thursday she will write up everything herself and you'll know that you have an accurate first person narrative. Well, as accurate as first person narratives can be.