Croquet Curse

Today was the 2nd Annual Croquet & Ice Cream Social at church.  We start at 10 a.m. when it's still relatively cool, play several games of croquet, then have ice cream in the parish hall.

It's all good fun . . . except people die.

Last year I missed the first one of these we did because my father-in-law died, so the family and I had to make a rushed trip up north to be with everybody.

This year, as I was setting up the course, I got a call from a parishioner who said her husband just died late last night.

If this keeps up, we're going to have to cancel the whole event simply on the basis of self-preservation.

Prayers for Paul and his family.