Reverend Ref +

RANDOMNESS

My sister and brother-in-law visited our small corner of the world. Got here Saturday and left this morning. For as much the introvert I am, and probably live up to that old cliche about guys and communication (I only talk when I have something to say and if I don't say anything, nothing's changed so don't bother me kid), it was good to have visitors. We all had a good time. Sunday after church we drove up to the corn maze (a maze cut into a corn field). Unfortunately I misread the flyer and they were closed on Sunday.

"No big deal," you say? True, the weather was gorgeous (it has been a SPLENDID autumn here in Montana) and the scenery was terific (sp) terrific (?) terriffic (?) teriffic (?) -- the scenery was fabulous. But remember, we're talking about Montana, so it was like a 200 mile trip to see a closed cornfield. Actually, I'm getting used to distances out here. You just need to remember to plan well.

So on Tuesday we called the owner and made an appointment to go through the maze that evening. Sis and b-i-l decided that they wanted to take an excursion to Yellowstone. They were out of the house at 0430. Said they had a good trip, got to see the sunrise in Yellowstone, saw several animals and Old Faithful. Then they met us up at the maze. We all had a good time getting lost and trying to figure out where we were. The owner said that if we weren't out by dark she would send in her "corn dogs" to rescue us.

From there we drove back home and stopped for pizza at a little place in Twin. If anyone comes to visit, make me take you there. It was, without a doubt, the best pizza I've ever had.

And this morning were the goodbyes and obligatory pictures for everyone back home who hasn't yet made it out. My b-i-l also helped change wiper blades. I mean, I'm not mechanical by any stretch of the imagination, and I can't even begin to decipher those little picture things that show you how do do the job. Nice guy, that b-i-l. We did, however, discover that NAPA apparently sold the wrong blade to me. So now I need to go back and say, "Hey, I'm not a genius, but it appears that this is wrong. Can you get the right one, and maybe show me how it goes on?"

In other news, our diocesan convention is this coming weekend. The deacon who filled in for the last five years will take the service at CC, and I've got one of the vestry members doing MP at St. P's. I asked him if he wanted me to write a sermon for him to read. He thought it would be best if he just led morning prayer.

Not much going on really, but it was nice just to sit down and blog about nothing in particular. I need to run some errands (bank, that NAPA thing, pick up hair supplies for Mrs. Ref, pay bills) and work on cleaning the office. It's amazing what you can get done when you don't have to write a sermon.

Congrats again to Dr. Frank.
Pray for the repose of the soul of Norm Schachter, referee in Super Bowl I.