So first, a little context. Being someone who tries to keep schedules in mind, I knew that yesterday was going to be a pretty busy day for many people, including myself. I got up and got ready for church and my roommate found, much to his chagrin, that I was ready to go at a time when he was not ready to come with me, and though I waited for him for a few minutes, he was not ready in time and I had to go because I had a sound check to get to. To my pleasure, he ended up driving himself to and from services, even though such things are very anxiety-inducing for him, as I can well understand. Be that as it may, the period before church was exactly as busy as I expected it to be, with a sound check, choir practice, helping set up for Sabbath school, writing the special music announcement, and getting ready for the hymn ensemble. There were, at the least, no particular misadventures as far as that was concerned.
I guess you can say that the misadventures started during services, but in a way that few people would likely realize. The sermonette speaker talked about dreams, the second such message we have had in the period of a month and a half, and I wondered if the deacon who got salty with me about giving a closing prayer referencing the previous sermonette would get salty about this message, but if he was he chose to do it in private. Or perhaps some people get salty with me because they do not feel me politically powerful enough to make their life unpleasant for being so. The sermon message was salty in a different way, as our pastor manfully attempted to wake up the congregation about the seriousness of dealing with serious and unrepented sin among believers as well as the obligation believers have, per a fellow council member’s interpretation of Job, about which I have much more to say later, that the point of Job is that we should question ourselves and justify God. As human beings it is of course all too easy for us to justify ourselves and question God, as that is the usual order of events.
After church I busied myself with snacking, chatting, in which I met the third sibling of a family I have gotten to know pretty well over the course of the last few years, who had come to services today with his girlfriend and her children, and then had an enjoyable speaker’s workshop in which I pondered the messages given and volunteered for an assignment at the next meeting in four weeks. After that I was ready to go to dinner by myself to read a couple of books, but enjoying human company I accepted the offer of dinner with a mother and daughter I know well in downtown Portland, although it is a place I do not like to drive in because it is crowded and filled with a fair amount of belligerent people. At any rate, I drove to the restaurant and found some parking not too far away that was a bit more spendy than I would usually prefer. Upon entering the restaurant I found that I was first and I got a table for three and waited quite a bit for the others to show up. When I was about to send a text message wondering what was going on, they showed up and we proceeded to have a tasty Thai meal that included a couple of dishes and a couple of appetizers that we shared.
As is often the case, the conversation was pleasant, even if it included a lot of discussion about Thailand. The owners of the restaurant had placed a photo of the late king and ailing queen mother of Thailand on their wall as a way of showing their loyalty, I suppose, to the ruling house of Chakri, though I was a bit intrigued that they did not show a photo of the present king. Perhaps they do not feel very fondly about him? Who can say. Thai politics, especially as it relates to the royal family, is an area best left alone, especially as so many estranged members of the royal family have been exiled here and are keen on preserving their own elite status, beyond the hazards of dealing with lese majeste. It is always nice to be able to speak with some kind of authority on the excellence of the cuisine of Northern Thailand, though, and I was happy to be able to do that. It was interesting as well to find out why it was that my dinner companions were so late, and part of it involved the mother locking the keys in her car.
This led to a detour that I had not expected but that was not entirely unwelcome. I ended up driving the two to a grange hall in Happy Valley that I had never seen before and that looked strangely less permanent than the many other grange halls I have seen in the area. Be that as it may, I chatted for another half hour with them before letting them get to their dances and letting me drive home through yet another windy night before I was waylaid by my roommate on my way to peace and quiet in the room. To make the evening even more odd, as far as misadventures are concerned, is that a particular matter in the sermon made it impossible for me to sleep, at which point I decided to write about the matter for my speaker’s club sermonette, which allowed me enough peace and quiet to get some sleep. Sometimes misadventures even strike us in our bed without our having to go anywhere at all.