Showing posts with label stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stories. Show all posts

Monday, October 11, 2010

Not Nimrod ... Not a Mighty Hunter

The things we do at the request of our children. We have an escaped pet rabbit in the neighborhood, white with red eyes. It has been around for over a month now and all the neighbors have seen it, but I think that I'm the only one crazy enough to try to catch it, after the geeklets informed me that they would just looooove to have a pet bunny. The critter is sneaky and has led me on several chases around the interior of our block, while various onlookers laugh and cheer me (hopefully they're cheering for me!) on in my futile endeavors. I even borrowed a fishing net, but I couldn't get close enough to use it. If the geeklets didn't want it as a pet, I'd have grabbed the .22 and made sure it would never escape me again!

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

A Pastor's Evening

Ever wondered what a pastor does in the evenings? Wonder no more! Last night was busy enough that I thought I'd record what I did because else people may find themselves thinking that pastors just sit at home drinking tea all evening. (I wish!)

The evening started by getting home late from the day job. Ride-sharing is great for the shared gas costs, but it can be challenging from the trying to get everyone ready to leave at the same time perspective. Just before I leave, I get a call from Bro. M. asking if I can lend him some money to pay some bills. Bro. M. has a long history with this congregation and is a hard working fellow, so I cut him some slack and hit the ATM on the way to run a few other errands. I needed kerosene to burn the wet leaves on my vegetable patch that are offending my neighbor who has his youngest daughter's graduation coming up at the end of the month. And then I had to get some gas for the church lawnmower and weedwhacker.

After getting home from that, I saw the church's banker out in his back yard, so I wandered out to talk to him about the renewal of the church mortgage. (We were waiting on some documents to sign.) Hey, doesn't everyone chat with their banker in the back yard? Try it sometime, it's the only way to conduct business.

Getting in from that, I had a voicemail from Bro. K. letting me know ahead of time that he would be unable to make it for midweek service as he had work to do in nearby town that evening. Thankfully I didn't need to call him back.

At this point, I could finally check my email and make a cup of tea.

That done, I then grabbed my materials for tonight's lesson and started working on it at the kitchen table, interupted on a regular basis by the lovely Sis. Geek and the geeklets wanting either hugs or tucking up in bed. Unfortunately no one was left awake to tuck me up when I finally managed to get horizontal at about 11:30pm.

And that's just one evening.