We picked Dot up without any warning at all at about 3 pm this afternoon, then drove to “Luffkin’s Springs”. I had always wanted to see what exactly was down that path, so we took a drive down there, only to discover that it’s actually just a suburb! Rather disappointed after all those months of anticipation, but successfully laughed it off. Then we went instead to the Clifford Arboretum, which is just around the corner from the George Benjamin Arboretum. That was really lovely; we didn’t go all the way to the end because we suddenly faced a steep downhill and I didn’t have the best choice of footwear, so instead we turned around and left with the intention of going back another day more appropriately attired. There were some donkeys right by the fence across the road from the spring at Bluehill. One has to actually get close up to an eating donkey to know just how loud they are and how crunchy grass apparently is.
Caleb has a very runny nose. We think it may be allergies but can’t be sure yet. His nose streamed all day and so I gave him Allergex after supper. This made him drowsy, so he was asleep before the first hymn in church. Unfortunately his arm was hanging off the bench and it must have died, because he woke up in some pain during the middle of the preaching. I had to take him outside. There is no mother’s room at our church as you know, and I had left my house key on the pew (along with a sleeping Aaron), so I was stuck for options. Had to just wait outside until he stopped crying long enough for me to explain that he had to keep quiet otherwise we just had to stay outside. After a while he said he was going to try be quiet (this between sobs), so we went in for the last few minutes. In the meantime Brenda had moved to my pew to sit next to Aaron in case he rolled off the seat in his sleep. The service was good though, from what I heard…Nick broke away from his series in John for tonight, and rather preached on “Dealing with Disappointments”, using Moses as his example (Deut 3:21-29).
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