June 21st, 2004

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Odd, stupid little incident at the beach--

I was playing in the sea, diving down under the water to look for shells and suchlike, and I noticed that when I was near the sea floor, I kept hearing this high-pitched chiming, like a set of crystal windchimes, or those silver spheres they made in the late eighties with the delicate little ringing sound when you shook them. At first, I thought it was something like tinnitis (spelling?) The pressure causing me to hear something that wasn't there. But then I noticed that even when I was near the surface, I was still hearing this strange sound, like Disney's Tinkerbell, little fairy chimes. Why did the ocean sound like fairy chimes?

As it turns out it was just the sound of the rabies tags I was wearing jingling together under the water. I was a little disappointed, but it was still a neat effect.
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Wow, fun, kind of sad.

Went with Pacer, October and Texyote to a solstice Summer Is A Cumin' In gathering at the local Unitarian Universalist Church. Nice enough ritual, they wrote some of the songs, engaged the audience in a dance, had a lot of great participation, 3.5 stars out of four on audience engagement. Damned good job on that!

But what drew me to the event was the dessert potluck. I made two mocha latte cream pies (urf, still a little hyper...) started heading out the door, and thought "I should bring paper plates, napkins, spoons, and a serving implement."

Thank Aneris that I did.

On the table: Two cakes, four pies. To serve: my little pie trowel (Thanks John and Amanda for that gift :) No plates, no utensils, no napkins brought. Texyote, October and I pretty much commandeered the table, serving the children first, then the adults, and everybody was nicely fooded.

Disorganized religion is a good thing, but do take a page from the proud tradition of the church social--the organizing party brings plates and cups.

Given that I'm something of a control freak, I'm kind of thinking this could be a good home for me. Later on, we and a sweetie named Beth stayed to clean up all the remainders, and brought home some leftover treats, including a loaf of banana bread made by a genuine little old lady (besides myself).

Incidentally, John, my pie trowel broke. (big soulful eyes)

Nice event, will almost certainly go back.
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