Keeping the Sabbath

I go to my church's earliest worship service, then stay for Sunday school. After SS today, a few of us from the class took a road trip to Brazil, IN, via US 40 (the National Road). Why? The redbuds are in bloom all along the way! It was a gorgeous day so was well worth the trip. We ate at a diner in Brazil, then came back the way we went, stopping in Stilesville at an infamous hardware store that is absolutely CRAMMED with stuff. It had been a couple of years since I was out that direction, so it was an interesting venture.

I rode with Grandpa Phil and Grandma Judy. Judy and I are talkers. Phil just drove and listened, silently. (Sometimes I think he stays silent just so he can complain about how much we talk! He isn't normally a quiet person. Are you reading this, Phil????)

I think we were back in Plainfield somewhere around 2:30 or 3:00. I was totally pooped since I was (again) up in the wee hours of the night. Thought I'd lie down to take a nap...and tried a couple of times...but it wasn't happening. P and J had to read five chapters of Revelations for their Bible study class tonight. Hope they were able to stay awake long enough to get that done. Revelations is a tough book to read!

Generally on Sundays--contrary to my life before I retired--I don't do much but relax. It's the one day of the week that I don't mind feeling lazy and laid-back. Today, I was watching old reruns of The Andy Griffith Show...and one was an episode that reflected just the sort of Sundays I love. A type-A, big-city businessman's car breaks down two miles outside of Mayberry. He walks the distance to town and is dismayed by the fact that he can't get anyone to fix his car because it is Sunday. He rants and fumes at their small-town ways, but as Andy and Barney and Aunt Bee are sitting on the porch singing "The Little Brown Church in the Vale" to Andy's guitar, he begins to relax. When his car gets fixed by one of the locals as a favor, he fakes that the car is still not operating properly and uses that excuse to stay over and enjoy the rest of the evening. I'm not sure why that episode is such a favorite to me. Perhaps because it reminds me of the times that we sat outside at my grandparents' farm in the evenings after our Sunday meal...or perhaps because "The Little Brown Church" song was one of our family favorites. I can still hear my grandfather's deep bass voice singing the harmony, "Oooo, come, come, come, come, come to the church in the wildwood...O come to the church in the vale. No thought is so dear to my childhood as the little brown church in the vale." Indeed, no thought IS so dear to my childhood as that song!

I've been re-reading some of my old posts on here...and have found a number of typos, spelling anomolies ("baptised" vs. "baptized"), and a grammatical slip or two. Unforgivable! I promise to do better so my readers aren't shaking their heads and clucking, "Oh, Peggy, Peggy, Peggy! You were an English teacher!" I'll git 'er done!