Wee Wild Weekends
I haven't made it up to my church in Hubbard for a while. There's been too much going on down here.
The weekend after I went to California, the Sharon Mennonite BI folks swung into Winston, OR to give a program at the Winston Mennonite Church on Sunday evening. I looked forward to housing a few girls at my house. Unfortunately, my house did not appear to be welcoming them on Saturday morning. I tackled it, and drastically improved its appearance. It actually looks somewhat respectable now.
The SMBIers were a great boost for our small community. The church was completely packed out -- pews filled, extra chairs crammed into aisles -- who knows what the fire marshal would have said. Attendance was considerably more than our typical 18-20 people. The singing was excellent, and the people kindly.
The girls were fun to house at my place. The drive -- aha -- to my apt was, er, shall we say crammed, squished, knees up to steering wheel, hard to drive, et cetera. My fault because I didn't clean out the back of my car prior to going to the service. I had intended to, but that waren't enough.
We ate pickles, popsicles, and Cheese Puffs (the "natural" kind) Sunday night as one girl read aloud my favorite Dr Seuss book The Lorax. If you have not read this book, you should. And if you don't care about the Truffula Trees, there's something unfortunate about you.
We ate strawberries, canned whipped cream, and shortbread for breakfast (with some healthful items), and then returned to the Winston MC in the mornin' sun.
And then they all drove away and we were left to our sad selves.
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The following weekend (April 19), my brother and friends J and L G came down for the weekend. We did a short hike east of Roseburg -- hiking up to Watson Falls as the snow drifted down around us. There were icicles galore from the waterfall mist, and the nearby foliage was encased in ice. Very neat.
We had a grand snow-ball fight in the parking lot near the trail, and then proceeded up to Diamond Lake. The snow banks grew as we traveled along, and eventually there was snow on the road. We observed the lodge at Diamond Lake, and then went for a stroll along the lake. Er, maybe we went for a stroll on the lake. It was kind of hard to tell because the lake was covered in ice and snow.
One of our group, JG, trekked far out onto (presumably) the lake, attended by encouragement to be wise (e.g. to not fall in). All was well as he returned from the trek... and then he investigated near the boat ramp. He was just saying that he would not advise us to go over there, when the substrate he was on fell through, and he with it. He struggled to not go all the way in, but, alas, it was to no avail. He reports not knowing if he was all the way to the bottom, but he was soggy up to the waist and his poor digital camera had significant problems. In the split seconds that followed, my brain pondered rescue attempts but thankfully these were not required as he pulled himself out.
A pair of coveralls had been brought along and came in handy.
The rest of the weekend was relatively uneventful. We ate Italian food, looked at pictures, went to church. On Sunday afternoon I sang tenor (!!) in a recital of various songs along with the Roseburg Concert Chorale. I don't sing tenor very well -- not used to reading notes in that range or pitching down an octave from the treble clef. But it was a good exercise for me and many things were learned in the practices preceding the performance. It will be enlightening to receive the recording.
The weekend after I went to California, the Sharon Mennonite BI folks swung into Winston, OR to give a program at the Winston Mennonite Church on Sunday evening. I looked forward to housing a few girls at my house. Unfortunately, my house did not appear to be welcoming them on Saturday morning. I tackled it, and drastically improved its appearance. It actually looks somewhat respectable now.
The SMBIers were a great boost for our small community. The church was completely packed out -- pews filled, extra chairs crammed into aisles -- who knows what the fire marshal would have said. Attendance was considerably more than our typical 18-20 people. The singing was excellent, and the people kindly.
The girls were fun to house at my place. The drive -- aha -- to my apt was, er, shall we say crammed, squished, knees up to steering wheel, hard to drive, et cetera. My fault because I didn't clean out the back of my car prior to going to the service. I had intended to, but that waren't enough.
We ate pickles, popsicles, and Cheese Puffs (the "natural" kind) Sunday night as one girl read aloud my favorite Dr Seuss book The Lorax. If you have not read this book, you should. And if you don't care about the Truffula Trees, there's something unfortunate about you.
We ate strawberries, canned whipped cream, and shortbread for breakfast (with some healthful items), and then returned to the Winston MC in the mornin' sun.
And then they all drove away and we were left to our sad selves.
***
The following weekend (April 19), my brother and friends J and L G came down for the weekend. We did a short hike east of Roseburg -- hiking up to Watson Falls as the snow drifted down around us. There were icicles galore from the waterfall mist, and the nearby foliage was encased in ice. Very neat.
We had a grand snow-ball fight in the parking lot near the trail, and then proceeded up to Diamond Lake. The snow banks grew as we traveled along, and eventually there was snow on the road. We observed the lodge at Diamond Lake, and then went for a stroll along the lake. Er, maybe we went for a stroll on the lake. It was kind of hard to tell because the lake was covered in ice and snow.
One of our group, JG, trekked far out onto (presumably) the lake, attended by encouragement to be wise (e.g. to not fall in). All was well as he returned from the trek... and then he investigated near the boat ramp. He was just saying that he would not advise us to go over there, when the substrate he was on fell through, and he with it. He struggled to not go all the way in, but, alas, it was to no avail. He reports not knowing if he was all the way to the bottom, but he was soggy up to the waist and his poor digital camera had significant problems. In the split seconds that followed, my brain pondered rescue attempts but thankfully these were not required as he pulled himself out.
A pair of coveralls had been brought along and came in handy.
The rest of the weekend was relatively uneventful. We ate Italian food, looked at pictures, went to church. On Sunday afternoon I sang tenor (!!) in a recital of various songs along with the Roseburg Concert Chorale. I don't sing tenor very well -- not used to reading notes in that range or pitching down an octave from the treble clef. But it was a good exercise for me and many things were learned in the practices preceding the performance. It will be enlightening to receive the recording.
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