Oh various. A number of roadtrips to fix stuff at my other house, and a better road trip with the Moose to visit an old old friend, Chris J LaBoube. I've know CJL almost as long as I have known Brad.
That was fun. Moose and I had 16 hours or so in a truck together so we talked over everything. Where to move to when the system finally gets around to crashing, Barak Obama's lack of manhood, marriage, religon, science, ugly women, hot women, work, and why are there so many naked girl bars between here and Kansas? (I assume those were all bars for watching naked girls in, not bars where naked girls go to socialize?)
So that was all to the good. The Moose and I go back.
We got to Kansas, and found my old kindergarten buddy has somehow become a Lutheran pastor of all things, in timbuknowhere Kansas. So criusing around town trying to humiliate the new pastor was a fun game. (with in reasonable bounds, naturally)
Chris is seriously isolated. 1/2 miles to the next human being, he's a single man living by himself in a huge house with his own private church, rec building and cemetary! The conflicts that must raise for him! Total isolation. Tons of space. A cemetary for the love! And you are the new pastor in town. On his first pastoring gig too. I'm saying... the instinct for me is to throw a huge crazy party, build a giant fire, run aroud screaming all the time for no reason. Run around the cemetary in your underwear. Ring the church bell alot. Sleep in the chapel. Because nobody will care. Furthermore as pastor you must be to some degree your own boss. If you stay up till 4 am, sleep in, big deal. And I know Chris fairly well. All this has crossed his mind, for sure.
But you are the pastor. It's gotta be rough, I am sure.
We had fun with CJL. We went to his church in the morning. The people all assumed that Moose and I must be pastors also. They all really seem to like Chris, which means he must be doing something right.
I have been wasting some internet time on a religious debate site lately. These people tend to be pretty hyper. It's hard to say who is more high strung, the atheists or the Christians. But I like talking and thinking on the deep schtuff, and I enjoy asking myself the hard questions.
Fish. It's bedtime. bye!