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Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint Bartholomew. He is supposedly one of the Twelve Apostles.

I was just thinking that Bartholomeow would be a good name for a cat.

And now, folks, here's how the Ice Bucket Challenge oughta be done.

Anyhow, it sorta halfway rained a bit yesterday.

And of course, today, as usual, we'll bore God to tears for the obligatory hour, then in the afternoon there'll be the church's Annual Crab Picnic.

Ever eat a crab? Especially the agonizingly tiny Chesapeake Blue Crab. It's a job of dismantling about 472 shell parts, piece by piece, and revealing about 1/32 of an ounce of meat inside, distributed here and there in the form of a large number of tiny little shreds.

So naturally most of your actual calorie consumption is the side dishes, and the crabs are there primarily for entertainment. So I suppose a vegetarian might fare perfectly well at a crab picnic, dining on the side dishes while watching everybody else struggle with the crabs.

Happy Crab Picking!

OrneryPest