family vacation

I am leaving for South Carolina Monday night. Family vacation. Hmmm--
That right there is an oxymoron. There is no such thing.
12 hours in the car, the air on too cold, crappy music, regimented plans, 90 degree weather in the shade, no privacy and limited drinking. Please don't force me to play golf with you dad, you have a -4 handicap. It is total humiliation. I hate to say it but it would be more of a vacation if they just took Lilly and gave me a week alone to relax.

These days run together like streams into rivers and rivers into bays and bays into oceans. I wonder if this is how old people feel--waiting to die, the little bird resting on my shoulder, "Tell me, little bird. Is today the day?"


OK--edit post.
Sunday 11:56 a.m.
I had to deacon last minute today at church. It's funny when you start to feel sorry for yourself God hits you square in the face with a lesson.

Guess what the texts were on:
Vanity, greed, and selfishness. So much for mysterious ways.
I got it. Thanks.

It was cool distributing communion today. I watched this man actually take the wine and do this cool thing to release his sin. I mean, I could tell that ws what he was doing. Purging.
I watched this other guy throughout the service. I was actually concerned he might pass out; he kept holding himself up on the chair in front of him.
He took the chalice from me and I saw his whole demeanor change. Weird.

So, better mood today. Gots to live my baptism not drown in it.