Back From Mass

Friday morning Carmen and I left the precious (evil) kitties with a twice daily visiting juggler named John. We drove (she drove, I navigated, as is our custom) nine hours to tornado ravaged western Massachusetts for the ordination of Misty Dawn, our friend since early Andover Newton Theological School daze five or six years ago. We stayed with her and her wife Jenna Friday night, Saturday and Sunday, helping out with tasks (I word-processed and printed twenty six signs for pews reserved for visiting clergy, family members, choir etc.) and running errands.

Sunday we took care of the dogs while they were involved in church biz for morning services and preparations for the afternoon ordination. Then we drove to Northboro for the ordination. It was a beautiful service and celebration by her home church in Brookfield and her internship church in Northboro. Carmen did the Ordination Prayer and the Laying On Of Hands. The two choirs combined and sang beautifully, but the musical highlight was when four multi-congregational singers and a guitar performed "Down To The River To Pray," a goose bump moment.

So our friend Misty Dawn is now our friend Reverend Misty Dawn.

Early this morning (Monday) we left and came home, stopping only for gas, food and a major shopping trip in Erie, since we were coming through there anyway. It's been about four or five months since we stocked up in Erie. And don't tell anyone, but we bought a 32 inch TV for the living room. After Jenna's 55 inch all weekend, it was just too hard to think about watching our tiny little 19 inch HD television.

Anyway, we're back now, the kitties are well, and so are we.