Valentine Dance-arama and Other Monday Musings

Grace Episcopal had a wonderful Valentine's dinner organized by the Sunday School, that included a delicious Italian diner and was capped off by dancing.  Benjamin in the green jacket cuts a mean rug, under the tutelage of David Rollison, who also helps coordinate Cotillion.

Benjamin dancing again.  I tried to get some pictures of him waiting tables, but they turned out too dark.

A short but not too shabby weekend.

Alison started things out with a very special Valentine's dinner at home Friday night, including a special turkey Salisbury steak served over gravy and mashed potatoes.  Desserts included some homemade Oatmeal Chocolate/Butterscotch Cookies, and Strawberries dipped in chocolate.  It was much, much better than going out to a restaurant.  We plan on a date this coming weekend.

The movie winner this weekend was The Lego Movie, that I saw with Benjamin.  As the song in it goes, "Everything is Awesome!"  It was a very entertaining movie, and we both had a great time.  The story was clever and imaginative, fun and fast paced.  It included by far the funniest version of Batman I'd ever seen.

We brought Angel to the shelter late Saturday afternoon, and she is on her way to a very good rescue center in New Jersey.  It was very hard to part with her, but we think we left her in very good hands.  If we get pictures or updates, I will definitely share them.

As mentioned above, the church Valentine's dinner was very good, something everyone involved enjoyed a great deal, and the Sunday School raised some $460 to go towards the Sack for Saturday program, which helps feed hungry kids on the weekends.

I wrote the big finish to my three part Crowley Story, and another writing assignment for a local magazine (at least the initial draft of the story).  During tax season, that's about all I get to, even though I would love to do more.

Benjamin has three teenage boys over for Sunday night - their school is on a five day weekend for President's Day.  Alison is also off.  Me?  Eh, not so much.  My next scheduled holiday is Memorial Day.

Until next time,

T. M. Strait