--Last night, we had some folks over for dinner, some Music Week friends and family. I offered invitations on Thursday, and the ability to be spontaneous made me happy. I was also happy that my spouse was able and willing to take care of the important details, like buying the grillables, while I was at work.
--My spouse bought pork chops and country ribs because they were on sale. Happily, all our friends and family eat pork. But even if they didn't, we'd have had enough. I finally made squash casserole, and we had watermelon too. We had a pan of roasted potato pieces and a big salad. One friend brought a bowl of peach chunks, which went so beautifully with pork and also worked for dessert with the chocolate chip oatmeal cookies I made earlier in the week.
--We had seven people around the dinner table, which is about all we can fit comfortably. It's a small table for our small space. I'm glad we were able to make it work. I'm grateful for friends who understand the challenges of a small space.
--I'm also grateful for a dishwasher, which made clean up so much easier.
--One early morning over oatmeal, I was talking about my dream coffee maker. It would have several parts. One would be a single serving, pod-like, machine. One would be a traditional 10 cup coffee brewing contraption. It would also make espresso and steam/froth milk (and the steamer needs to be detachable and dishwasher safe).
--Of course, such a machine would take up too much valuable counter-top real estate, even if I could bring myself to afford what a company would charge for such a contraption. But it is the one counter-top appliance that I use every day.
--This morning I'm finishing my sermon on the Good Samaritan. Earlier this week I said I was writing a sermon on the Prodigal Samaritan, and I have mused about what that parable might be.
--I have a lot to say about the Good Samaritan. It's rare to have a Gospel reading that could go in multiple directions. I often feel like I can barely eke out one sermon. I'm grateful that this sermon came together easily, because it's been a jam-packed week.
--It's been a wonderful week. I am not sure I could keep going at this pace, but I'm glad to know that I can hang in there for at least one jam-packed week.
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