Weekends at the Parson's House

Ahhh...we're coming to the close of another Weekend here at The Parson's House.  The time of the week that the entire nation (and some foreign ones, too) look forward to.  (Other nations don't have a clue what the word 'weekend' means in America.  They are too busy trying to survive every day of the week!  But we talk about that sort of stuff over on questmiles.blogspot.com...not here.)

Methinks that there are those who are curious as to what goes on at The Parson's House on the weekends.  Oh my!  It's a world of swirl, oh yes indeed.

The Parson's Family actually usually gets to have dinner together on Friday night.  Sometimes.  Unless there is an Event.  Then, Saturday morning, the Parson is gone before the rest of the household stumbles to the coffeepot.  He usually calls mid-afternoon to say hello.  Then returns in time to rock back and forth at least two times in his chair before he falls asleep.  The Good Wife smiles and nods as does the Parson's Son.  The Parson's Daughter is nowhere to be found.  The Gentle Golden Retriever looks up once, sleepily.  The Schnauzer With Attitude growls and wiggles a greeting, then runs back to her place of slumber.  They have played away the day and are now dog-tired...

The Good Wife and the Parson's Son do a myriad of activities throughout the day, but none of any consequence, because they feel they shouldn't if the Parson cannot actually be with them.  Which, of course, he never can.  So, there seems as if there needs to be a re-thinking of the Fences on Saturdays.

Sunday morning dawns beautiful.  Raining, cloudy, cold, humid, hot, sunny...Sunday is always a beautiful day at The Parson's House.  Energy, smiles, and goodwill radiate in waves throughout the rooms.  The Parson is not in residence on Sundays, because that's the Big Day.  Church happens.  It's always great, people are always happy, and Nobody ever has a Problem on Sundays.  Lunch is obtained from Wherever It Comes From because most of the time the Parson cannot join the family for lunch.  The Parson's Daughter is nowhere to be found again.  So, the Good Wife and the Parson's Son are nourished by Whatever and move on to their Sabbath Keeping.

The Parson's Family (along with 1500 other people) joins him for Part II on Sunday evening.  Again, it's always Great.  People are Happy.  Everyone is always in agreement with the Pastors as to the Direction the Church is Moving.  Church Ends.  The Parson and the Good Wife deliberate for 15 minutes as to whether Feast A or Feast B will occur.  The Weekend then ends.

Thank God for Monday.