This is what happens when a part-time stay-at-home mom has too much time on her hands. Juli decided to bake a cake while feeling a little adventurous, and the result is a chocolate cake with blue icing. It reads, "Eat Me. Mmmm." I can picture her laughing and snorting all alone in the kitchen.
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I would like to thank Virginia, Ryan, and Juli for coming over tonight to hang out and help me with my new favorite sport -- extreme packing. Others of you have volunteered and don't worry, I'll be more than happy to give you an opportunity in the coming week.
But there is a thought that I had tonight that concerns me. While waiting for those three to arrive, I happened to think about the people who have crossed my doorstep since I have lived here. Specifically, my close friends and family at Stock Creek.
It's sad. I have been at Stock Creek for almost six years. I have friends now that are closer and more special to me than any I have ever known. But I haven't really been a hospitable kind of guy.
Heather, Ryan and Juli have been here the most, too many times to count. Sarah and Spenser have been here five or six times. Virginia, once, counting tonight. And Jason and Valerie stopped by for a quick minute about a year ago. That's it as far as our crew goes. Occasional drop-ins like Bernie and Teri and the Snapps, and Ed Frahme who visited me and brought my gift basket after my first visit to the church. I would dare say that most of you don't even know where this place is and that is my fault. It's not that I don't want people around, I just haven't been much of an entertainer.
This little bit of information bothers me. So I have determined to treat my new place as a gathering place with an open-door policy. It's open to anyone at any time, no advanced notice required. I hope to host a Bible study of sorts there, or at least a discussion/God-talk time. That's alot of my motivation for moving in the first place, to have a home suitable for having people over for coffee, sandwiches, or tea and crumpets. So I'm counting on my movers to help me make it a welcoming environment.
Let me add something here. Dang, this place looks empty. The furniture is still in place but with the CD's and DVD's boxed up and the bookshelves bare, it feels like a ghost-town. Nothing on the walls, the cabinets are empty and the cupboard is bare. Doesn't feel like my place anymore. That's okay, though. Forward progress.
Oh! I almost forgot something very important. I owe Virginia. She ragged on me all night, so I need to mention how she kept knocking things over with her butt. I am vindicated.
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Kudos to Heather who understood my reference to opposable thumbs in yesterday's post. It's from an episode of "Friends" so of course she knew it. And she managed to find the episode on youtube, something I tried to do but failed. You can watch it here.
