We returned last night from a marvelous, though short, trip up to the farm. The "main point" of the trip was the centennial celebration of Writing Rock Lutheran Church on Sunday. This was a great celebration complete with special music, an "old Concordia" service, good old hymns, and messages from current and former members and pastors. One of the neatest features of the service was the special music. During one of the songs, a high school girl (granddaughter of the congregation, now living elsewhere) played fiddle with her grandfather who must be around 90. The were accompanied by the pastor on guitar and another musical member of the congregation on a stringed instrument and a harmonica. I suppose it wouldn't have passed for professional music, but it certainly was special and sort of, to me, symbolized what a good congregation is about - passing faith, in this case in the form of music, from generation to generation. Intergenerational ministry being done free of formal programs - I love it.
Miss Mouse loved the music, too. After each special music selection or hymn she would, not softly, demand "more, more"! No one minded.
Other excitement for the Mouse at the farm included the newly-arrived-lawn-mowing-sheep. There are about ten of them, and they are the quietest woolies I have ever met. Miss Mouse loved them; she has no fear (yet?) of any animals she has met so far. She absolutely loved Auntie Laura's kitties, Socrates and Aristotle, though Socrates seemed by far to be the most loving of Miss Mouse. Miss Mouse also adored Auntie Laura's bunny, Louie. They bonded quickly and became good friends. In fact, Auntie Laura debated smuggling Louie home with the Mouse because she sadly observed how much happier he seemed with Miss Mouse than with herself! We consoled her with the fact that the Mouse is so much closer to his size that they had some "common ground" on which to quickly build their relationship. Louie would hop right over to Miss Mouse and happily take treats from her hand. Each time we went into his house, Miss Mouse looked up on the shelf and asked for "more" treats to feed him. She may be nicknamed Miss Mouse, but she seems to have the memory of the proverbial elephant!
It was a short trip up to the farm - a short trip for how long a drive it is anyway. We ride, the four of us, in the Saturn SL1. Hubert rides shotgun with Miss Mouse and I in the back. It works, especially when we can get 45 mpg. We'll be heading back up to the farm in a couple weeks for Mommy Mouse's, cough, er, gulp, ten year reunion. We look forward to the arrival at the farm to play for a bit longer, even if we don't necessarily look too forward to the trip that leads to it! We are thankful we are as close as we are to Daddy Mouse's parents and thankful that we are not farther away from mine than we are.
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