Taking Advantage
I took advantage of my weekend on call (which was two weeks ago, so it is stupid to refer to it now, but I am going to anyway). I had to be in the Corvallis area, so I dinked around town and studied for the NAVLE (veterinary licensing exam) with my friend LO.
Prospects were dim that evening -- it loomed before me lonely and uninteresting. Sooo... I called my friends the Diebeles. I was previously instructed by Mrs. Diebele to invite myself over at some point, so I took her up on it. Turned out they were having other company that evening, but she encouraged me to come nonetheless. So, what do you do in such a situation? Assume the other party is just being polite and would really prefer to have you stay away? Or assume the invitation is genuine? Depending on the other party's viewpoint, it could be offensive to refuse the offer. Well, I read into Mrs. Diebele's voice a genuine desire to have me come, and I went.
The evening was good, meeting the Diebele's friends and messing with a labradoodle which looked to me like a blond wirehair -- neat dog. The Diebeles were at that time anticipating the impending opening of their new tea shop in Corvallis. They offer an incredible assortment of loose-leaf teas, a few nutritional supplements, and David Bercot/other Christian writings. We took an excursion to see the place that night. It will be interesting to see how it prospers.
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I made further exciting use of my weekend on call by attending the Harrisburg revival meeting Sunday morning. The speaker (Jay Martin, I believe) spoke about marriage and read a rather humorously portrayed account from "Parables of a Country Parson." The book is written in King James style English, which adds volumes to the humor of the stories. The book may bear more extensive perusal.
That evening I attempted to attend an evening service at Tangent. I parked in their parking lot rather early, and waited ~until the opening time and nobody showed. Methinks -- perhaps they are meeting at the school, or someone's house. So, I drove around the countryside looking for their school. Whether I found it or not, I do not know, but I did not find any accumulation of Mennonites. I thought perhaps they were singing at some church member's house, so I drove south to check the status of a likely home. I didn't have the stupidity or courage to drive down the lane to see, so I went to Albany and sat at a rest stop for a couple hours. I waited out most of the rest of my required time on call, listening to a Catholic radio station. They had an interesting program about a DaVinci Code debunking book and a bit of radio theater.
Prospects were dim that evening -- it loomed before me lonely and uninteresting. Sooo... I called my friends the Diebeles. I was previously instructed by Mrs. Diebele to invite myself over at some point, so I took her up on it. Turned out they were having other company that evening, but she encouraged me to come nonetheless. So, what do you do in such a situation? Assume the other party is just being polite and would really prefer to have you stay away? Or assume the invitation is genuine? Depending on the other party's viewpoint, it could be offensive to refuse the offer. Well, I read into Mrs. Diebele's voice a genuine desire to have me come, and I went.
The evening was good, meeting the Diebele's friends and messing with a labradoodle which looked to me like a blond wirehair -- neat dog. The Diebeles were at that time anticipating the impending opening of their new tea shop in Corvallis. They offer an incredible assortment of loose-leaf teas, a few nutritional supplements, and David Bercot/other Christian writings. We took an excursion to see the place that night. It will be interesting to see how it prospers.
I made further exciting use of my weekend on call by attending the Harrisburg revival meeting Sunday morning. The speaker (Jay Martin, I believe) spoke about marriage and read a rather humorously portrayed account from "Parables of a Country Parson." The book is written in King James style English, which adds volumes to the humor of the stories. The book may bear more extensive perusal.
That evening I attempted to attend an evening service at Tangent. I parked in their parking lot rather early, and waited ~until the opening time and nobody showed. Methinks -- perhaps they are meeting at the school, or someone's house. So, I drove around the countryside looking for their school. Whether I found it or not, I do not know, but I did not find any accumulation of Mennonites. I thought perhaps they were singing at some church member's house, so I drove south to check the status of a likely home. I didn't have the stupidity or courage to drive down the lane to see, so I went to Albany and sat at a rest stop for a couple hours. I waited out most of the rest of my required time on call, listening to a Catholic radio station. They had an interesting program about a DaVinci Code debunking book and a bit of radio theater.
posted by Claire at 22:43
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And I'm taking advantage of this option to give you a shout and a howdy from Tucson. I drove out today and aim to fly home tomorrow.
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