Last Wednesday I went to sister Peg’s home to install a new faucet for her upstairs bathroom. It seems that one of her grandsons-in-law attempted to fix the old one and ended up taking it out and leaving nothing but holes in the bath vanity! Of course, what could you expect of a medical doctor attempting to do plumbing? I think he was practicing without a license! I had to make two trips to Western Maine Supply because the first set of water supply hoses they gave me were intended for use with the toilet tank instead of the faucet and they didn’t fit. It seems like every time I attempt a home repair job, it always takes twice as long as I think it will!
Friday evening turned out to be more interesting than I expected. We went to the South Paris Congregational Church to attend a dinner and to hear John Williams present his application paper to the Council of Congregational Churches of Maine (CCCME) for approval to be formally ordained as a clergyman in that organization. Following his presentation of his excellent and well-written paper, John was required to defend his presentation before a gathering of church leaders in the CCCME. I was surprised by the intensity of the “interrogation” and the types and difficulty of some of the questions. It was reminiscent of professors grilling a doctoral candidate, which I guess it copies. At any rate, John passed the ordeal and will be formally ordained in the West Bethel Church sometime next January.
I’ve been proud of Snuffy this week. Steve Crone has started training his sled dogs again this year. He hitches a team to his ATV and comes down here, crosses my field and Pleasant River, up the road on the other side and eventually returns via the reverse route. Rather than bark at the dog teams, I’ve seen Snuffy get up from his nap on the front lawn, run up the steps to the deck, stand at the railing with his ears and tail straight up and calmly watch the dog procession pass by without a yip. A couple years ago, Steve was training a new lead dog, and when she saw Snuffy on our lawn, she led the team across the ditch and up the bank toward Snuffy. As soon as the dog team crossed the ditch and started up the bank, I thought we had World War III on our hands, as Snuffy took offense to those trespassers. Luckily, Steve and I were able to separate the dogs before anyone got hurt. It makes a difference whether we have passers-by or trespassers!