This time of year I feel like a dog chasing it's tail. No matter how fast I go I will not catch it. Work is in full tilt as we gear up for the spring growing season. I love my work and sometimes lose my personal life/work balance. It's something I do need to work at.
So a month or so ago the minister of the little church we have been attending came to our house to talk about joining the church officially. I was raised Catholic and DH was raised Quaker so we come from opposite ends of the spectrum. We like this little Methodist church but we are clueless to their rules/traditions etc. So the minister or "Preacher" C. as he likes to be called ( I just can't call him that. I feel like I am on Little House on the Prairie or something.) came to our house. He came at 7 at night and I was unsure of etiquette, I mean was I supposed to feed him dinner or something? My mom assured me that coffee and cookies were appropriate. My priest growing up had a built in keg in his refrigerator so what do I know? OK so we are sitting around our kitchen table discussing our backgrounds and talking about the church. Let me preface this by telling you all our furniture is very very old... like early 1920's old. I keep hearing the chair the minister is sitting in pop and creak with every movement. Now "Preacher C" is a big man, but not huge. Well the next thing you know, the whole seat collapsed and he fell on the floor. I was mortified. He was embarrassed. The chair is demolished. DH and I jumped up and helped him to his feet. He apologized and offered to buy us a new chair, but all I could think of was "He will NEVER forget coming to visit us" that's for damn sure. We all laughed about it, and DH and I have decided to join the church but first we have to get baptized. I was baptized as a baby, but DH was not b/c Quakers don't roll like that. So I think it is a spiritual thing for us to do it together. I hope that it help us grow closer together and closer to God.