We left late Friday evening for a short get-away to a small town near here, a beautiful, little, old town on the Mississippi River (not Red Wing.) Husband's younger son went with us: we've had a trip together every summer, and we just weren't quite ready to let the tradition die.
But there were a few catches.
One: This was our interim organist's last Sunday with us. It's been a great year, and it's been a pleasure working with him, getting to know his Golden Retriever, Rupert, and getting to know him, too. I really didn't want to miss that. The truth was, I was a little crabby about it. I really didn't want to go away. I also had a baptism this Sunday, at the late service. So, even though I wasn't preaching, I had responsibilities.
In fine marital tradition, we reached a compromise. We actually drove into town, just for my late service this morning. And then we drove back here, had a great Southwestern Chipotle Pizza at a little place on their historic main street.
Tomorrow, we drive back home: for good this time.
We've had a good time: learning about eagles at the National Eagle Center (I recommend this new attraction to everyone), eating at a historic Hotel, driving along the Mississippi River to Red Wing to celebrate my husband's birthday, perusing antiques.
But I don't recommend this for a normal vacation option. I drifted asleep last night thinking, "I'm in another town, and I'm going to get up and preside at worship tomorrow." I had some of those weird neurotic dreams that pastors get (I won't explain, and I haven't had them for awhile). But I'm still glad we went away, saw the bluffs, the river, the eagles, the old town.
A person just has to remain flexible, I guess. Not a bad lesson to learn.
I also learned some great lessons about Bald Eagles. More about that later.....