The Strangest Thing

You know the bit about “Be Careful what you wish for... you might get it...”

I had that in mind today as I left Vineyard Christian Fellowship. I had just finished speaking with Anglemarie Duncan, who has been commenting on this blog. Nice lady. She told me her story and we discussed what I was trying to do here for about an hour, I suppose. It was a very nice visit, and I think she has quite a bit to contribute.

I, however, was in torment the whole time. I came to Vineyard this morning late (later than 7:30, which is when I usually get there). I missed my 6:30 daily appointment, which was embarrassing, because I overslept. That sucks. I hate oversleeping. It's not only dangerous, it can become a very bad habit. My excuse is that someone trapesed by me about 4:30 in the morning, scraping their feet on the pavement enough to wake me (you have to be a light sleeper out here, to not be can get you killed). Took me a while to get back to sleep. I didn't see who it was, but I'm kinda hoping it was one of Livermore's finest out doing rounds or something. I'm not fond of the idea of being approached by some teenager or some gang banger when I'm unconscious. I'd much rather it be the cops.

But I digress.

The reason I was in torment is this: Everyone was on their best behaviour! Not one thing happened!

When I arrived, there were five boxes of donuts. Apparently Cornerstone forgot all the teenagers were off on some retreat or camp or something when they ordered the usual amount. We certainly couldn't finish them. It's pretty amazing how many teens can consume.

No screaming, no alcohol, no drugs found, no nothing. Shower Nazi Doug had day as smooth as his muscular legs as he walked around in his four inch heels and painted on jeans marshalling everyone to the showers. Mike and Tina showered just before me and they were both courteous enough to spray Clorox on the shower floor after they left it. People sat around and chatted about this and that calmly. There were minor chuckles with people telling off-colour jokes in low tones. Rick and Mickey Kundert (the couple in charge) both had some very personal stories to tell today, but those are for them to tell. There was a sort of calm... is there a storm coming?

Well, we did sing “Happy Birthday” to the Potentate (that's Dean... he runs the Bible Study with an iron fist and an iron will and charges exorbitant fees to attend... yes that's a joke, he'll get it if nobody else does). No candles on the cake, of course. That would have been a major fire hazzard and the LPFD would undoubtedly would have shown up.

Dean's wife, Johnette showed up for the first time in a long time. Johnette's recipe for Biscuits and Gravy is probably the best I've ever tasted. Pretty sure that's the one the volunteers use when they make it, but we all miss her terribly and it was nice to see her again today.

Just an aside: Dean was the guy who God used to make me a Christian. That's a very personal story, but I'll say this: the bible I carry with me is signed by Dean and Johnnette. It was a gift from them and my single most valuable possession.

I opted not to go to Richmond to this conference being held by Saffron Strand (last blog). The reason I opted not to go is mostly because I had nobody specific to speak with. Not being a professional journalist with credentials, I felt it would be wiser to wait for a more one on one conversation. I still do intend to follow that up, but I'll give those folks time to finish their conference first before I make further inquiries.

There was simply nobody doing anything BAD this morning! Even Miss Judy was on her best behaviour. I don't understand... I'm beginning to think people are violating my privacy by reading these thoughts of mine...

It's the strangest thing. It's frightening...