Hotdogs are collecting in the refrigerator in Deese Hall. Cases of juice boxes and other drinks are piling up. People are in and out getting ready for the big 4th of July celebration, the first of its kind in Buck Mountain history!
Today I was chatting with two parishioners who know a lot about gardening, Harry Austin and Peter Titus. They were remarking that it had been a beautiful spring, partly because there was quite a bit of rain early on. Now things are drying up, they said.
"Maybe we'd better pray for rain," I suggested.
"If it rains on the 4th of July, I'm going to hold you accountable for it!" Harry said.
So, can you retract a prayer for rain? Or be really specific about when you want it? It seems a little obnoxious to tell God, "Any day but Friday!"
Since I have returned to Weight Watchers, I'm wondering how to avoid eating hot dogs (note the plural) on Friday as we grill and serve them. I'm hoping we'll be so overwhelmed with visitors there won't be any time for self-indulgence, and especially for overindulgence.
I was happy to learn our friends Angela and Zino and their daughter, Aisha, will be here for the weekend. Aisha is four. She wants to ride on the float but she's not sure about doing it without a parent on board. We'll see if there's room for one of them to ride along -- all three blocks of the parade route!
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