Well, it's Labor Day...and boy have we labored.
We arrived here - in California- around midnight Sat. night/Sun. morning. But to our Eastern Standard Time bodies, it felt like 3:00 a.m. But what was the first thing we did? Did we go straight to bed like normal people? No. We went up to the attic and started assessing the situation, as it were. Ah, yes. And then we ate frozen pizzas. By the time we went to bed, it was around 4:00 a.m. EST.
We hit the ground running Sunday morning. We had our our own little Communion service and it was one of the nicest times I've ever had eating the Lords' Supper...and probably the only time I'll ever partake of it wearing grubby clothes. It made me realize how Jesus isn't the kind of God who sits around in church all week in dressed up clothes. He is accessible. He is involved in the nitty gritty activities...like cleaning out a house with 50 years worth of belongings.
We decided to have a Labor Day yard sale and so most of yesterday was devoted to sorting things out between piles of "Keep" "Throw Away" and " Yardsale." There is a tired old dumpster out in the front - twenty square yards- and we began filling it up pretty fast. One of the first things Pen and I did was start on the kitchen cupboards. WOW. Spices from 1973! Tupperware from the 80's! A veritable time capsule...Further bulletins as events warrant, but we are about to go partake of a much deserved dinner out on the town...See ya LATER!