The sun has returned and all is well here in Sunny. It's a bit too damp for DJ to mow the lawn, which is good news for me and not so good news for Max. We've put the fixin's in the bread machine to have oatmeal delight later this afternoon. I should find our good maple tea from Canada to accompany it. Come on over!
Our Saturday paper has a religion section with news of who's doing what where to help people serve God. So during breakfast, I try to keep up with the competition ~ oops, sorry ~ the other churches here in town. We are all on the same team. Well, mostly... I read one ad that peaked my curiosity. "Gathering of Goddesses" ~ it gave the time and location and instructed all who want to join in to bring a drum or percussion instrument of some sort.
And to think, I used to chuckle at the older ladies who wanted to sit up front on Sunday night and play their tambourines... I wonder if these gals have rules on make-up, dresses, pantsuits or earrings. I'll bet the Goddesses an interesting time together. But somehow, I don't think they'll be pulling out the book of James or looking into 1 Corinthians, Chapter 13 to hear about love the way we did when I was watching the tambourine ladies.
Sometimes I forget how much variety there is in our little town. The people in line next to us at the Big Box store may have an entirely different world view. Perhaps I should invite a few neighbors over for some oatmeal bread with jam and hot tea this afternoon. It seems like a good way to celebrate Valentine's Day.