Friday, 7 September 2012

Days 4.5.6 and 7


9:00 a.m. Friday 7th September.

Martyn, Sam, Toby and I will be en route to Miami in just a few minutes.

There we’ll board the “Norwegian Star” for a cruise to the Bahamas (and back!)

Kayaking, parasailing, water park day are all part of the deal.

We should be at home in SRQ mid afternoon, Monday 10th September.

Thursday, 6 September 2012

Days Two and Three



Yesterday I took Martyn, Sam and Jay out to the lovely Myakka River State Park
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I drove with considerable confidence to the north gate of the park, forgetting that it is open only on holidays.

With even more confidence I drove on, certain that I would find a north south road which would take us down to State Rd 72 and back to the main entrance of the park.

We drove and drove, and drove on one of those rural Sarasota County roads which are as straight as an arrow, and have no turnings. Following my nose got me nowhere, so in due course I did that most un-male of things, I asked for directions.

We were only about 30 miles to the east and north of the park!

So a journey which should have taken about 25/30 minutes lasted for1 hr 40 m.  My guests saw more of rural Florida than they had bargained for.

At the State Park we enjoyed some good sandwiches at the little cafe, and then the three visitors took the air-boat ride around the lovely semi-wild lake, enjoying the fauna, the birds .....  and of course the alligators.

Early evening Sam and Toby splashed around in the pool at the home of my friend Ben, whilst Ben, our pal Bob, Martyn and I enjoyed a leisurely poolside drink.

The four of us went to Barnacle Bill’s restaurant for dinner.  The food was good. Toby ate smoked salmon (for the very first time in his life). Sam and I tried some fried alligator as a starter.

It was very hard to sustain a conversation at table as Sam, Toby, and even my brother Martyn fell under the spell of our very lovely waitress.  She beguiled us into giving very generous tips!

This morning “we four” had the greatest on jet skis down at the intra-coastal waterway. Naturally Sam and I let the “lads” do most of the driving.

Martyn and the boys are even now en-route to Sarasota’s Circus Museum whilst I elected to stay at home to prepare the ingredients for dinner at home this evening

Tuesday, 4 September 2012

They are here

My brother Martyn (R), my nephew Sam (L) and Sam's pal Toby (C) arrived (from England) at SRQ tonight,at about 7:00 p.m..

They will be here for a couple of weeks.

Their U.S. Airways flight was delayed for almost an hour at Charlotte Douglas International Airport (N.C.)  because.........

......Air Force One was there for the Democratic Party Convention.

Who'd have thunk that when we planned this vacation.

We go forward for two weeks of great fun and adventure.


Monday, 3 September 2012

Busting her ass for minimum wages..



I stopped by my local convenience store this morning.  It’s a place at which most of the employees know me.  That’s cool in this semi-anonymous world.

My wee purchases amounted to $8.73.

I tendered a ten dollar bill, and the clerk/assistant rendered me $1.27 in change, which I shoved into a pocket in my khaki shorts, rather than into my billfold.

When I got home I emptied my pocket onto my hall table.

A bit later I looked at this money.  I saw not a dollar bill and change, but a ten dollar bill and change.  This was too much, for I knew that I had spent only $8.73 using a ten dollar bill, and that my “change” should have been no more than $1.73.

So I raced back to the convenience store.  The clerk/assistant who had waited on me was still at work.

I hastened to tell her that she had given me too much change.

She already knew this, and had “chased after me” (to no avail) as I had left the store
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She was “tickled pink” that I had discovered her mistake, and had returned to her store to correct it.

I was also “tickled pink” -  for if  I had not so done she would have had these dollars deducted from her pay.

It was the right thing to do.

It was also a joyous encounter between me and a lovely young woman who “busts her ass” to earn an honest dollar

Sunday, 2 September 2012

Indian Christians in a Muslim Country


Last Wednesday I was at one of the St. Boniface Church “House Church” events.  I was in awe as our Assistant Priest Andi Taylor unfolded her hand made model of Jerusalem at the time of Jesus.

The model included a depiction of the Garden Tomb in which (according to the Gospels) Jesus’ dead body was laid.

Suddenly I remembered an old song -  I am not sure if it is a “Gospel Song” or  a “Spiritual”..It starts with the words “They crucified my Saviour”.

I looked it up on You Tube.

There I found a rendition from (of all places), Muscat, in the Sultanate of Oman.

In that Sultanate there is a Christian Church. (Yes indeed, there is religious freedom in some Islamic States).

The Muscat Church is of Indian origin.

Let your mind be boggled!  There is a Christian Church with mostly Indian membership in a Muslim Sultanate.

That Indian/Christian Church has a male voice choir which offers a fabulous version of “They crucified my Saviour”.

Enjoy this video,  and allow it to demolish some of your stereotypes of Islamic countries and  Indian Christians.

Cut and paste this URL into your browser



http://youtu.be/SBJ8yz2Idqc