Our older son has some “interesting” tenants in his trailer mobile home park.
He recently had a person move out owing him money. When the park manager inspected the property, he found a large (6 ft.) reptile in a tank. It was either a python or a boa constrictor. Animal Control was called and picked up the snake.
Sunday morning as Mr. Fixit was getting ready for church, the subject of our son and his wife working in the nursery with the children came up. I asked them exactly what they did. I thought they taught Sunday school.
He explained that they work at a computer and print name tags for each child. He further explained that no one could take a child out except for a parent—even if, for example, a grandparent or other family member known to the security people asks to pick up the child.
“Wait, a second. Did you say security people?” I asked.
“Yes, there are always two people working security around the nursery.”
It’s a sad state of affairs that children require “security” even at church. But it does seem that every week, you read that a pastor, music minister, or youth minister has been arrested for inappropriate actions with young people.
What have we become when children aren’t safe in church?
We’ve had a busy spring. Most of our time was spent at baseball games and volley ball. All the grandchildren did really well.
Cole attended his first prom. He and his girlfriend looked so beautiful. I would post pictures, but I don’t like posting photos unless I have permission. I always check with the parents to see if it’s okay, but Cole is old enough now to make that decision.
School is out, and summer sports have begun. Cole’s team travels long distances for their tournaments. This past week we travelled three times to Columbia, SC, which is a five hour round trip. The week before that it was several trips to Rock Hill and York, SC. Both are very pretty towns. Those were also 5 hour round trips. The weather hasn’t been too hot yet; I’m thankful. The price of gasoline is down, too, thank goodness. (It’s down to $2.96 a gallon at a few places.)
Both Noah and Owen are on travel teams. Owen has had one tournament, and Noah’s will began after his All-star game in a few weeks (I think).
Levi is signing up for football—not flag football, but full contact. It’s enough to make this grandmother tremble.
Mr. Fixit has seen his new cardiologist. I hope this guy works out. He said that after reviewing the records from Dr. Doofus it seems that Mr. Fixit is doing great! From his lips to God’s ear. He (Mr. Fixit just came it and said he needs to see the eye doctor again. He’s been having a problem with one of his eyes since the cataract surgery. Crap!
Noah, our soon-to-be seventh grader, suggested that I read The Hunger Games. I’m about half way through. It’s not bad.
We had our primary elections last Tuesday. There was a little problem statewide. It seems that many candidates failed to file correctly and the court decided that weren’t eligible and were kicked off the ballot. Some counties tried to cancel the whole process. Only a very small percentage of voters chose to participate. It’s always something.
