The rest of the weekend

After WW on Saturday we went out to Cape Coral to see a dresser Brad spotted on Craigslist. It fits nicely in out guest room closet, giving guests a place to put their stuff, finally. We moved the bookcase that was there into the living room, which meant the living room needed to be rearranged a bit. Which meant the books in the bookcases needed to be rearranged a bit. Which means I want to clean things out so I can feel like I'm a contributing member of society. The guest room closet is next.

Saturday night we helped Ralph and Chris with the landscaping on their and Aunt Kelly's investment houses. We went up to see Terry the plant lady who is just a stitch. She has more character in her little finger than, well, she's just the sort of lady you'd say was made of piss and vinegar, to use an old phrase. She's feisty, she knows her plants and her lands, and she'll size you up faster than you can call for Spanky the cat to come running. She told Ralph that he would never make it as a full time gardener, but if he wanted to come help her spread the chicken shit around he could do that. Ralph is the revered and respected patriarch of the family, and one does not a.) tell him what he can and cannot do, and b.) say "shit" in front of him. We all laughed heartily, and he was more than gracious.

Sunday we tried a new church, a little country church about 15 minutes north of us. We went to the traditional service, which I guess in country-speak means no-one-under-75-allowed. Everyone was very kind and the word that came to mind was "dear"-- they were all just very dear, even the sweet greeter-man who could not for the life of him figure out what came after the Kath in my name. Kath-RIN? Kath-GRIN? Eh? Kathrin, ok. The four person choir was made up of two elderly ladies, one man who I'm pretty sure was forced to be there by his wife, and Beverly, who reminds me of every stereotypical eager beaver I've seen in movies. Beverly is a large but timid woman who came out of her shell to share her special music, which the pastor nearly forgot. She had clearly practiced in front of the mirror so that her expressions and hands were held just so at the appropriate times, and it was all very dear. The service was very nice and reminded me a lot of the traditional church in which I grew up.

Sunday evening we visited Beth and Rico and kiddies, who had received news on Saturday that some friends of theirs had lost their 16-month-old son to a seizure. We went over to hug them and hug the kids extra tight and thank God that we're all healthy and together.

Late last night I applied for two more jobs. Last week I applied for a youth librarian position at the library in our neighborhood-- oh, what a sweet 5 minute commute that would be! We'll see if anything comes of that. The positions last night are at schools-- one private, one charter. Rico knows a guy who said a local private school has an administration position open. That would be pretty cool. I just keep throwing my name out there. Something will open up.