And it truly was. As Sunday services go, yesterday's had a certain energy. But the main event of the day was the annual parish barbeque. A delightful affair, made all the more manageable by a slightly reduced attendance. Some sixty people, with a variety of good hors d'oeuvres, country style ribs, grilled chicken and hot dogs. As ever, Pierre Weber brought over a selection of delicacies from his restaurant, and then dined with us. (For those who do not know Pierre he is a parishioner, and one of the finest pastry chefs in the north-east. He is the third generation of chefs and bakers in his family, whose roots are in Alsace.)
Tonight we pack for tomorrow's early flight to Florida. A week in Manasota Key on the Gulf Coast. We are traveling light. Leaving the house at 4.00 a.m. we fly from MacArthur Airport to Tampa, pick up a kindly loaned car, and drive south for two hours. The Lord willing we will be munching lunch and sipping a cold beer at the beach by 1:00.
Perhaps a blog post from the beach. Perhaps not, but so much to explore and later write about.
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