1. My time of worship was meditative, one of those Sundays when I sat in the back of the church and was quiet most of the time. I was fully participating, but mostly in silence -- it's a way I like to do things. Across the aisle, in another row of pews, a guy who is more rambunctious was seated and I heard him telling another guy that he often feels like yelling "Amen" and "Alleluia" during the service but he figured it would cause people in the church to have a heart attack. I chuckled. I'd be one of the heart attack victims! I worship where I do because I enjoy the solemn quiet. But, I've been fairly forewarned and if this guy decides to let a loud "Alleluia" rip, I'll try to stay out of the cardiac unit.
2. Finally the weather has cooled down enough so that I can assemble and cook beef stew and I spent a few hours in the kitchen putting one together for dinner Monday night. It's one of my very favorite cooking projects.
3. The Troxstar and Madam Marla and I descended upon Sixteen Tons at five and it was great to see Emily in charge of the taps and the cash register. It was a lot of fun talking and laughing and Emily was kind enough to play a vinyl version of Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass's "South of the Border". I tried a new beer and was very happy with Cascade's Fresh Hop Porter. I then returned to two favorites, a pint of 8 Ball Stout and a half pint of the Porterhouse Wrasslers XXXX Stout.