VA CA SHUN - Day 2

We started off the day as we should all start our Sundays (No, not with CBS Sunday Morning) by meeting up with friends at church.

When we lived in Seattle, we regularly went to a church that we LOVED. It has been hard to find one that fits the bill since we have been back in San Diego. Part of the reason is that we have been too busy on Sundays to even attend church. Part of the reason is that we have been so busy the other six days of the week that when we get to Sunday, we can't muster the gumption to get dressed and get out the door.

It's one of those catch-22 situations - not unlike running. You need to run regularly to stay physically, mentally, and emotionally fit. When life starts beaning you with fast balls from all directions is exactly the time you need to get out and RUN but you can't because you are too busy worrying about where the next high-hard-and-fast one is coming from.

Church is the same way - we should all be going regularly - especially when we are too busy or stressed to. Go figure.

I will spare you my review of the service. It's just not right to go to church and then sit down over hot wings, pizza and a pitcher of beer to critique the work of God's people. But of course you have to when you are looking for a new church to attend. And that is exactly what we did.

Afterwards the wife wanted to run an errand which left me doing laps in the strip mall with the Dawg. The dawg and I parked it next to a fountain and waited for the almost inevitable child or two to come by and reverently ask if they can pet the dawg. Every now and then, a child will ask if they can hold the leash - which I suppose is the teenager's equivalent to sitting the driver's seat of a parked car. I usually wait to see how they react to holding the reins and then suggest that they take the dawg for a walk on their own - which is usually greeted with stunned looks of joyful amazement. This time was no different. The 45 pound urchin walked the 90 pound dawg around the fountain in astonishment.

It truly is amazing how much happiness a well-behaved dawg can bring to people. Often times I see looks of joy spring on peoples faces as they point from passing cars, "Look! IT'S A DAWG!" at least I assume they are talking about the dawg and not pointing at me and saying, "Look! That guy is ASTONISHINGLY HANDSOME!"

After the strip mall, we headed home and the wife took a nap while I putzed in the yard. Just as Sundays should be.