thanks
Thursday, November 25th, 2004I am thankful. It was a a valuable & fun three weeks at home.
To start, immediately upon arriving home in the afternoon, I was taken to the Carson & Barnes Circus by the wife. I am not sure who had more fun- me, or my 2-year old boy. To anyone reading, I say this—if a Circus comes near to you and you fail to attend, you are WRONG. A true big-tent circus is one of the few awe and joy-inspiring entertainments to be had. (Carson & Barnes has been around a while. I recall seeing them in my youth. I believe they are the only big outfit left who still tours with a Big Top—the other famous circus only plays coliseums now.)
We undertook the unusual goal of attending some event out of town every single weekend. For the first, it was the increasingly excellent Austin Celtic Festival. Just recently recovering from several years’ worth of disastrous, bankroll-killing rainouts, the Austic Celts have rebounded and are now hosting talent such as Kevin Burke & Martin Hayes. And I got to session with the likes of Ged Foley and the best Austin fiddlers until the wee wee hours.
For the second, it was the always excellent Texas Renaissance Festival. Angus got to ride an ELEPHANT, as well as a Llama. He also got to gawk at Rennies all day, a worthwhile experience for an impressionable young person. I got to be with my loved ones all day, drink mead, and gawk at Rennies all day- worthwhile experiences for an impressionable person such as myself.
For the third, we accompanied Amy to a particular rural part of Texas to observe her participation in a foxhunt, a pursuit which she is growing more and more rabid about. No canids were killed, yet a great time was had by all (which is the usual affair of a foxhunt), despite a driving rain and swampy conditions. These people are quite mad, and I can see why they are so devoted to the pasttime. The horsemanship was impressive. Interestingly, this practice was just banned in the UK, so the best game afoot may be in the US, for a while (the politics behind all of that are fascinating to study.)
On the spiritual side, I finally became involved in a weekly men’s bible study hosted by my church, which meets Tuesday mornings at 6:45 AM. And, I finally met and was interviewed by my church’s equivalent of a “service placement counselor” (minister who reviews an informal personality survey you fill out, then pinpoints some areas of interest in which you may enjoy serving- everything from roles in worship service to prison ministry). This was interesting & productive.
And I revised my annual giving commitment to more accurately reflect the impoverished state of my spirituality, and failure to discipline my finances. Maybe next year I’ll work up to a tithe.
Increased fellowship with the people of God, more musical memories with wife & son, opportunities to support my wife in some much needed R&R activity (bonding with her horse). A productive and blessed field break indeed.
Yesterday morning I arrived safely onboard, despite tornadoes ravaging southeastern Louisiana, and several power outages at the heliport. God bless the men who designed the helicopters, and those who fly them.
Thanksgiving is today- our ship chef will kill the fatted calf, or more likely will fry the cajun marinated Turkeys. A huge spread will be spread. A bunch of oilfield people will enjoy a relaxed and fattening day of collegial fellowship, even without beer (none allowed here). Wife & son will celebrate with family at home, and I’ll miss them. But, I get Christmas off this year.
