NEVER MISS A PARTY IF YOU CAN KEEP FROM IT

Sunday, July 15, 2007

My friend, Connie Pratt sent an E-Mail saying she was passing through town and ran into a great party mutual friends were having. Connie has moved away from Phoenix after about seventeen years and lives in the Tuscan area. While living here she was quite a “party girl.” She had a lot of parties at her lovely home and she attended a lot of parties.

I was preaching every Sunday, back then, and if the parties were on Saturday evening I would always leave around 9:30. Connie always complained that I was leaving too early. But in my mind I just had to do it.

Now that I am retired and can stay out all night (let’s make that half the night) we don’t get invited to many parties. What a bummer! Just when we are able to “kick up our heels” and have a good time—the ingredients are gone. The invitations to parties, the energy for play, the dreams of adventure, the desire to travel and on and on it goes. I’ve got the time now—but that’s about all.

I’m going to church in a few minutes. Come to think of it—that’s kinda like a party.

One day this week I’m going to head out to Cave Creek. I hear they make one of the best ice cream sandwiches in the country out there. Wow! I’m excited.