Settling in to a new home is hard. No matter how many times we move it seems that we must always get new things. There is never enough. I just got back from the store where I picked up the obvious necessities (see above) and it appears Tony decided not to wait for my return to take his shower. Knowing him, this is probably the third one this morning. Oh well, even with the curtain he is able to get the whole room wet. I just wish he’d remember to take off the tux before he got in.

Not that I don’t understand the pleasure of sopping wet suits. I remember when I was baptized I insisted on wearing a tie even though the preacher recommended just a plain white t-shirt. How strange it was after the fact. When got out of the water and climbed the stairs into the room behind the pulpit it didn’t occur to me that we would have to take off our wet clothes. But there was Bill the red-haired preacher naked before me, toweling off. The situation was beyond small talk. And before I knew it, I looked to see if he had pubic hair and if so, what color. Luckily his changing routine was quick and streamlined and within seconds he had on a new suit and was out the door.

I’ve tried to be spiritual a few times in my life. Like at church camp when they invited people to “Come to the Lord” on the last night of the week. No one else in my cabin walked down the aisle, but it seemed prudent for me to do so. It was. That night all the other boys seemed very interested in how I felt and I forced some tears as an explanation.

Tony once told me that when he was younger he would talk in tongues. Isn’t that cute?