Water. They were giving away water. Who would have thought it? As my husband and I pulled up to the Four Way Stop intersection of Dowling and Park, we saw young folks walking up to cars and I reached for my purse because I thought they were asking for donations for something. I assumed it was a good cause because otherwise the police in this small town would have intervened at the intersection. (I didn’t need to add “at the intersection” because it is intuitive, but alliteration grabbed me and I didn’t fight back.)

Ah, getting back to the people, cars and stop signs. A young man approached my side with a bottle of water and I assumed they were selling it. NO. THEY WERE GIVING IT AWAY. They said they weren’t allowed to accept money. I took one because I have become a great fan of water and it tastes especially good on a warm afternoon.

Not only that – it was cheering to see people smiling and sharing and just doing something nice for the hell of it. Oh, sorry, we’re talking about a church here so let me rephrase that the way my father would want me to say it: for the heck of it.

Thanks, First Christian Church of Kendallville, Indiana. Thank you very much. Thank you for making me want to be better, nicer, kinder than I am.

Hi, there, this is me, Rose, posting for AmeliaJake because she is lying here with a cold cloth on her forehead. See heard from Pottermom about the benefits of that little yellow flower she is always complaining about. THESE FACTS. Right before she collapsed on the couch, she said, “Maybe I was w-w-w-w-w (at this point I hit her on the head and she managed to get it all out) wrong.”
Soon I will be making her a dandelion tonic. Hahahahahahahahaha. And, you know, as chief counselor here, I think I, Rose, should, make her face the facts every time she scrolls down the blog entries.
For you, my dear, sweet, AmeliaJake: