Possumblog

Which, praise be, also went just fine.

Church, that is.

All teachers present and accounted for, and I actually got to sit in class with Reba for once without interruptions, and then Oldest sat with the teen group during worship, so I didn't have to keep tapping her arm to make her stay awake, and the sermon was good and I stayed awake all through it, and then we went home for lunch and had sandwiches, and I actually got to read the paper, AND I got to watch Guys and Dolls, which I've never seen before all the way through, but found most fascinating, especially those parts involving the sublime Jean Simmons. A testament to the ability of the movie to captivate is that it caused Boy to pay more attention to IT than to his GameBoy! Especially interesting to him was the scene in the sewer, when everyone was jumping and leaping and pretending to throw dice and all that junk. "What are they doing, Dad?"

SO, I had to explain that they were supposed to be throwing dice, which is a gambling game called craps, and everyone puts down money on the ground and bets on whether the shooter will or won't roll a particular number on the dice. Not that I know anything about it. Because I don't. "Well, it's a good thing they're just pretending, because if they really had anything on the ground, they'd have already kicked it all over the place." Ahhh, musicals. (I just hope he doesn't find out about this.)

On back for evening worship, which AGAIN was free of any troublesomeness, then home, supper, and to bed. Quite an uneventful weekend, and that's a good thing.