And here we were, to vote in a new minister. I knew it was serious when they rolled the coffee pots into the sanctuary.
I don’t drink coffee myself (that’s my controversial stand at the UU Church), but the plates of cookies looked good. They were under wraps though. I figured it was an enticement by the board; you know: do your church duty, vote and you get a cookie.
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I just don’t get Mothra. For the uninitiated, Mothra is what you think it is: a big moth. That’s it, a great big moth. It hatches from an egg, turns into a caterpillar, pupates and ends up as a moth about the size of a DC-10. It’s sort of like your sixth grade science project on a grand scale.
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I can play six games of skee ball and amass ten tickets. You want to get a small plastic ball with the Chuck E. Cheese logo? It will cost you approximately 400,000 tickets.
In a lot of ways, Chuck E. Cheese is essentially a casino for kids.
I came down in the middle of things. They were busy deciding who the best musician was for the year. Daniel explained to me that the Beatles were not in contention.
“But maybe next year they can be better,” he said, varnishing the truth as best as he could to let me down easy.
I think snow must have a cumulative effect on me, much like it has outside in nature. Snow has been piling up on me since I was a baby born between blizzards. The first few inches, like that first snow of the season, is something to watch. Something to treasure.
“Dad…” I hear Daniel say in a voice about one octave higher than usual. I know I am being buttered up for something.
Since Diet Pepsi has zero calories, I don’t feel guilty when I order the mongo sized serving. In fact the only thing preventing me from getting Diet Pepsi by the vat is that it wouldn’t fit the drink holder of my car.
A few months ago, I made the decision to try and write regularly again. This was easier said than done. I have my own office, but I spend too much time in there as it is with work. I tried sitting at the kitchen table. I liked the light, but couldn’t escape the siren-song of HDTV tempting me from the family room.
After spending the day at Goldstone, we drove over to Calico. Calico is a ghost town and – as far as we could tell – “Ghost Town” in California means the same thing as “Renaissance Fair” back home.
I’m not surprised. Chicago news radio advertises “weather on the eights” and – even ten minutes apart – the reports are rarely the same. I’m not complaining. In this area we take an almost masochistic pride in the way that Mother Natures screws with us.