Saturday e had a “not in LA” experience. Leaving the neighborhood park with the kids, he saw a familiar face playing softball: our mail carrier. He sees e and says, “Hey Enoch.” Do all mail carriers know the people on their route that well? Apparently it was a bunch of postal workers playing each other. Strange. Is this a “only in New England” experience?
This week also marks the first week of PD. Campers arrived on Monday and it’s been a little crazy already, at least from our perspective. Not everything’s been PD related but it doesn’t help that it all happened this week. I won’t go in to all of it but there was a sad incident with an order of lemongrass chicken, problems with broomball ref-ing and one situation that involved frantic phone calls. Praise God most everything’s alright but we’re unsure about that chicken. We’re learning a lot–mostly that we’re pretty imperfect people in serious need of God’s perfection. And the first week isn’t over! I can’t imagine the lessons we’ve yet to learn in the next five weeks.
03/07/2007 at 11:54 pm Permalink
Wow, your postman knows your name? I think our postman hates us because we often forget to pick up our mail and our box fills up.