Looks like we’ve got a new preacher coming over.
I guess the neighborhood had better straighten up and be on their best behavior lest they frighten the poor fellow off. Apparently from what I’ve heard he’s a young guy, not yet thirty years old and hasn’t been out of seminary long. So my church will get the honors of breaking him in to the business and headaches of the preacher life. That makes me wonder if the church budget includes a steady supply of Ibuprofen for him? I don’t know but I suspect he’ll need it. Being a preacher ain’t for the faint of heart ya know.
Now that we’ve got a new preacher coming to town (or at least we hope we do if he passes muster with the church) we now have to get the church parsonage tidied up and ready for him and his family to move in to. I’m an art bum so what do they need me for? Certainly not for my brains or good looks that’s for sure. But muscle power is always appreciated, especially when the task of getting the church parsonage in shape falls on a renegade bunch of old geezers. Those good ol’ boys tapped me of all people to help them pull out all the old carpeting which I figured must have been laid down during the Great Depression judging by all the dust that had accumulated on it. Getting the carpet up and out of the house wasn’t too awful bad even if the dust could’ve choked a horse. It was still more work than I had done in a while and we hadn’t gotten to the hard part yet, removing the tacky strips and staples off the floor. And that’s where the real work began and I can personally testify that it took lots of hammering and praying and a couple of miracles getting those obnoxious strips out of there. But once the task was done and the original hardwood floors were revealed it improved the ambience of the place by a whole order of magnitude. I was really plum pleased with myself that a bare house could look so homey and that my humble contribution played a critical role in getting the parsonage to look better than it ever did. Which is in stark contrast to my usual procedure of turning a perfectly good home into a dump. I’m so inspired to clean my place right now that I’d do it in a quick minute too but I’m too tired to bother with it now.
