1. I met a really kewl Dutch guy today named Alex. I met him in front of a church where I was planning to go into the service. He admired my bicycle, which I rode to church. He had a thick dutch accent, so that I think most americans couldn’t have followed what he was saying, but I’m pretty good at that. My friend John says that’s because I’m a musician. But anyway, this guy Alex looked like he was about 80 years old, and he had driven up on an 80 CC Honda scooter, even though he walked like maybe he needed a cane. He was so happy. He kept telling me in that lovely dutch accent “The world is so beautiful, and I am so happy.” He said “I had heart surgery 10 years ago, and for a while all I could do was sit in a chair. That’s no fun, not being able to get around by yourself. I used to ride a bike, but I couldn’t do that anymore, and I rented a scooter at Ocean Shores and drove that and it was so much fun. So I bought a little 50 cc scooter. But you are supposed to have to stay up with the traffic, and it wouldn’t quite. So I bought an 80 cc one. I’d like a 150 CC scooter, but I’m not strong enough to put it on and off it’s kickstand. So I drive my 80 CC scooter, and I can get around by myself. My children tell me ‘Oh, this is dangerous–that is dangerous’. I say–if you want to take marijuana–that’s your business, and if you wanna go with a whore, that’s your business. What’s the point of life if you can’t get around by yourself? The whores in Holland are safer and in better health because it’s legal there so it’s regulated.” and so forth. And I found a ladybug, and he taught me to say it in Dutch–I know i’m butchering the spelling–but I can *say* it perfectly–It’s “liebherrbutshce” It means, he told me “Love Lord bug”. He had such a twinkly pair of lovely eyes, and such a grinning on the edge of a smirk smile, and he so clearly was interested to see if he could perhaps say something that would make one laugh, or at least grin along with him. I liked him enormously. He said he used to go to that church 50 years ago, when it was downtown, and he stopped going to church for 40 years, and now he came back, but he doesn’t know why. That went well because he approached me and I engaged, and because I decided to go to that church this morning.
2 I had a rocking good time with my lovely wife and my two good friends Tony and Diana at their house today, sans children. We had yotta scrumptious barbecued chicken, and other gourmet things, and lovely wine and even better beer and sunshine and the promise of a thunderstorm later, and we played settlers of Catan, and Megan won, which I rather intended to see happen. That went well because all four of us rocketh, and they invited us, and we went, and my lovely parents babysat our lovely children.
3. I connected on the phone with two people in the program today, which always bodes well for my … sanity. That went well because I picked up the damn phone and dialed =)