“There ought to be a hall of fame for mamas.”*
How was your weekend? Mine was a busy one.
We went downtown. The sky threatened, but nothing much happened.
The Shocktop–mobile was down on Clark Street with a beer tap in the trunk and lots of girls in hotpants throwing bar towels up to us on the balcony. (I got one. Thanks.)
You could see into Busch Stadium from our vantage point, but the Cardinals were away Friday night.
Happily my friend in Atlanta sent me this from Wednesday night’s game:
Saturday afternoon I went to cheer on the Hounds in the boy’s lacrosse game to no avail. They lost, but it was a lovely day to sit on folding chairs and enjoy the breeze. The OM ate a hotdog, a hamburger and a brat. I got sunburned in awkward places. Good times.
Sunday I went to church where I substituted for both lectors and got a high-five from Jim, the assisting priest. I also heard that the boy’s best man and best friend (finally) got the green light from the Bishop of New York to become an Episcopal Priest. The number of hoops our denomination makes a person jump through is truly astonishing. Now he will start applying to divinity schools and continue to wait for another year to get the ball rolling. So hats off to Michael and cheers to a fine young man.
*Well, there ain’t, but there is a country song: “The Hand That Rocks the Cradle”…
There ought to be a hall of fame for mamas
Creation’s most unique and precious pearls
And heaven help us always to remember
That the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world