Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of Harold Arlen, born in 1905. He was a composer of lotsa nice fun-to-sing little songs.
Yesterday somebody at the church identified some sorta huge enormous awkward ceremonial gadget that had been extracted out of some obscure storage space. The base for it was nowhere to be found, even though both preachers, the whole vestry, and all the crotchety old ladies had spent weeks looking for it.
So I said, hey, I've got lotsa scrap wood taking up space, why don't I try to cobble up some sorta base!
And so the job's about half done. I'll finish it this morning. I've gotta wait until warmer weather to put the stain and varnish on, but until then they can use it with some sorta drapery on it.
Then in the evening we celebrated Valentines Day at The Dry Dock with their special celebration. The place was packed to full visible capacity, unlike most times when we dine there it's almost empty.
And so today's agenda will be to finish the base for the ceremonial gadget and take it to whichever chapel they wanna use it at.
Signs of life