Friendly Occasion

Friend CS followed me home Friday afternoon and spent a large part of the weekend with me — kind of like having a sister, only better. (All right, how would I know? I guess I don't, but there are some types of sisters I would have to make a conscious effort to not be continually annoyed at.) Her cousin and my friend RS joined us Friday night and we had a grand time listening to stori(es) and sleeping under the stars. Our wise but rather obnoxious cat, Twiddle thought to join us on the lawn, but CS taught him a lesson he seemed to remember even the next morning when he came around but would not venture onto the grass. Sleeping outside is quite nice — and yet I bear on numerous of my appendages blemishes from the assaults of marauding arthropods. If I had ears in my arms, perhaps I would detect mosquitoes before they struck — but I am content without such specialization.
Saturday CS and I jetted around the south Portland metro area, browsing through a couple thrift shops in Gladstone and playing miniature golf in Wilsonville.
We went to Hopewell Sunday morning — quoth CS during the early part of the service, "I hope we can contain ourselves" — with reference to our distinct abilities to set each other laughing. Fortunately, we made it through.

What would we do without other Christians to encourage us? Survive, I guess, but it wouldn't be much fun.