I’m here! I arrived at Boston Saturday afternoon after an eventless 8 hour journey on a half empty American Airlines flight direct from Manchester on which I caught up with Episodes of ‘The West Wing’ and ‘My Name Is Earl.’
The friendly face of the Department of Homeland Security was there to greet me in that charming and friendly way that they do. I was selected for a random check but it was a non event really. The nice homeland security officer was chatty and we talked mainly about Waveland. She was pregnant and quite far along too by the looks of things. It was so strange to see a heavily pregnant woman with a gun strapped to her waist.
We went to WalMart to get some supplies for the Mississippi trip, I’d forgotten what a truly appalling place WalMart is.
God’s going to be surprised when he sees me in church tomorrow, but I felt that it was only right that I should show my face to the group of nine others who will be going on this trip to Waveland. The only downside is the hymns and the sermon, but I’ll see if I can make a subtle exit before it gets all Episcopalian on me.
So hey, Happy Easter everyone.
Wrote the following comment on Apr 15, 2006 at 8:49 pm
Ahem. What’s wrong with Episcopalians?!Happy Easter. :-)
Wrote the following comment on Apr 16, 2006 at 4:04 am
They’re a little… stiff. Mind you I don’t much like happy clappers either. In fact lets just sweep the board and say that I feel entirely out of place in all churches. Churchy folk are fine when they’re not at church. :)
Wrote the following comment on Apr 16, 2006 at 6:50 am
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Have a good Easter ^_^
Wrote the following comment on Apr 16, 2006 at 9:04 am
happy easter. :)
Wrote the following comment on Apr 16, 2006 at 5:19 pm
I have to agree with you about Walmart – I hate them.
I hope Mississippi goes well and is very productive. It will be good to hear your reports.
Wrote the following comment on Apr 16, 2006 at 3:23 pm
God was also surprised to see me in church today. My Catholic ancestors were doing a whirling dervish in their graves as I sat in a Mennonite service.
They asked us to sign an attendance list. I opted not since I don’t want to get on the mailing list.