Not bad. Not bad at all.
Got up at a decent hour. We’re on summer schedule at our parish, so instead of going to the middle service at 9, we go to the second (final) service at 10. That lets us sleep in a bit, but since we were all up before 8, we ended up going to brunch before church, rather than after.
Made a mad-cap race through Kohls between brunch and church to pick up white t-shirts for KOA next weekend (eek!).
I was filling in for Margie at church as a LEM (“Lay Eucharistic Minister” — one of the guys in funny robes up there who helps with giving out Communion). We were down a couple of Acolytes (Altar Boys/Girls) so I got to fill in there, too — carrying the cross, ringing the bell, all that good stuff.
I really enjoy doing those kind of things, participating in the service. It’s easy, though, to slip into it being a “performance,” rather than “worship” (a big reason I don’t join the choir).
Afterward, we headed to the store for dinner goodies, then home.
Played Scrabble, Junior, with Kitten and Margie. I am 95% certain that I had a version of this as a kid. They let me win, since it was Fathers Day, and was much fun.
Chatted with Jim, made sure that our Fathers Day gifts were scheduled to arrive in California this week (as we are, so we can hand them out), and failed to get hold of my Dad (hopefully he enjoyed the picture).
Margie and I spent most of the rest of the day doing City of Heroes, which was fun. Broke for dinner around 8, and Margie BBQed up a nice steak, sauteed some mushrooms, whipped up some garlic mashed potatoes. Sat on the couch and watched Casablanca.
Not a bad way to spend Fathers Day.
Casablanca is always good. But for Father’s Day, may I recommend Mr. Hobbs Takes a Vacation?
And by the way… brunch before 10AM? Sounds like breakfast to me.