A Gift from Saturn

Saturday: our Youthgroup had our annual Cleanathon. I got my rubber boots (forgot my gloves) and brought a carload of grade 6's to the Rosenort Co-op.
Go West, Young Men!
We walked the ditches - so windy and cold when the sun hid under its bonnet of clouds. A happy dog had to be returned. No mice. A fair bit of garbage. We reached the Meridian road and took a break jumping into mud underneath the bridge by the Holdeman church. There were the parts of a rusted car. And when you threw a stone it sounded like clapping hands. After Amos found us and gave us doughnuts, we kept working, and finished the road by noon. Had a hotdog meal and went home after that.
In the evening played music for Jason's mother-in-law's 50th birthday party at the Cafe 75. Whipped out the CCR classic "Down on the Corner", the Beatles' "I wanna hold your hand" and Abba's "Mama Mia". The finding of a drummer was remarkable in itself. We had tried for weeks to get somebody, but drummers are elusive. Friday night before the show Jason calls me to tell me he has secured Ross Klassen to drum. Though a bassist by trade, we were willing to give Ross a go. And he was incredibly polished, marvellous all things considered. We had a great time including playing pool with broken cues, and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles "Pizza Party" board game, which was a little sucky. Although it did lead into an in depth discussion on Shredder with Destiny's neice Tria. Then there were fireworks outside. These were sparkly and high. The kids, sitting on top of the skateboard ramps, tried to predict what color the next roman candle ball would be. Meanwhile, Jason and I hopped on the kids scooters and scootered around as the fireworks went off. This is a great feeling, because you feel as if you are part of a show. Hooray for scooters!