Kev and I visited a church that caught our eye when we were exploring the neighborhood a few hours before our walk through on Monday. This same church that caught our eye was featured on the front page of a newspaper for this region of the city which was waiting in our mailbox when we moved in on Tuesday. Kev devoured the article and was very intrigued and spent quite a bit of time on their website and we decided it would be a good place to visit this weekend. It is two and a half miles from our house not far at all. And it is a small, progressive church of our denomination. All the churches that have been recommended to us are big churches and while big churches have much to commend them, we’re more into smaller churches. Wouldn’t it be great if this could be our church home? A neighborhood church?!
And our first experience this morning was quite good. Lots of young families, good music, thoughtful preaching (Kev got more out of the sermon than I did, but… still good content), and a very warm welcome from lay and clergy alike.
After church we checked out a little caribbean restaurant nearby- a great find!
And then we came home for an afternoon of kitchen organization (K) and French homework and a tedious process of e-mailing new contact information to lots and lots of folks. If you didn’t get the update, please drop me an e-mail and let me know. After hours of this e-mail process Kev said he was running to the grocery store and I asked him to wait for me as I needed to get out of the house and wanted to do some stocking up as our fridge is quite bare. He patiently waited.
I wrapped up my chore, went to the bedroom, contemplated putting on cooler clothes (I was dressed for indoor air conditioning and figured it was hot outside- then I remembered that it would be even colder in the grocery store and so opted to stay in long sleeves and pants), thought about applying sunscreen and putting on sunglasses (decided I would be in the car for just a few minutes, no need), thought about grabbing cell (who will call? left it.), and then we left.
And Kev locked the car keys and house keys in the house.
And so we sat outside in thick, damp, buggy heat trying to find a way in, making calls for help (Kev at least brought his cell), and then waiting for a locksmith to come.
We’re about to leave again. We’ll use one of the gift cards we were given as a going away present and eat out as it is a bit late to grocery shop AND cook dinner. Ah… joy.
Think we’ll pick up a key hider tonight.