Written on September 2, 2017
How happy was today, the second of September. Despite long sleep, it was still morning light that filled our room. And, when Molly padded by, already busy with her tasks of the day, I was up, and could greet her - so glad for life.
Tasks of the sink awaited me - a long list of medicines, with a coughing spell as I set about taking them. I'd leave shaving to tomorrow, Sunday, when Molly and I would go to church together, just the two of us. An honor and joy for me.
We had wisely, reluctantly, begged off on our always anticipated preaching weekend - Saturday night in Newton, NH and Sunday morning, twice (a different sermon) at Kingston. Our busy long weekend hosting the Pilgrim Center team for Retreat, church, and Dinner for Friends, and all the welcomed interactions, were nevertheless enough, and now we are relieved to just stay home and have Ossipee be our church, and see friends, and go slow.
I asked to test my body with a row and Molly granted it. I make it. Out to the point at Pine River's mouth, and then back. Longer strokes, putting a little more on the blade than before. I feel the strength returning.
After getting the shell in place, I got me up to the house for lunch with Molly and, an afternoon of rest. Such a simple day.
I managed scriptures on the deck before we headed to Gary Wallace's auction, and the fun I have there, of sketching some of the interesting characters who come, bid, and make their living on what they take away.
A retired Harvard Archaeology professor with flowing white hair was ahead of me, and behind a regular, who buys up boxes of jewelry, determines the quality goods and makes a living from his own sales. The latter didn't believe he looked like my sketch. Every row is full of interesting faces.
I think often of God making us all "in His own image." God was there, looking out through so many fascinating faces. It was the delight of my day.
Arthur A Rouner, Jr -
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