June 15th 2025
Dear Diary,
Today was the summer parish festival at St Polycarp or as I call it the Deep Fried Fest. Fr. Gilbert got us turned around on a back road after hitting a detour near Pine City but we got there in time for me to bless the beer tent. I got to judge a pie contest. Heh. I had to sample to judge. Gilbert convinced me to bring Chester with assurances that he’d be good. And he usually is with G, who knows why. I don’t know what I was thinking. Even though he is somewhat deformed he can be as fast as a greasy weasel. With a lurch that knocked G off his feet Chester dove into the kiddy bounce house. What happened after sounded pretty bad. Those were doggy howls I didn’t think possible. Thank God not a single kid was permanently hurt. Traumatized, maybe. I’m still getting over it. There was a lot of crying, but pie helped. It always does. Crying kids, that is. It’s amazing how parents took it in stride. I guess its just life for them. If only some of the pastors were like that. Whine whine whine.
Beautiful day. Sun. Breeze. Lots of happy people. I’m sunburned. Totally worth it for fried chicken. I might have had too much. The auctions made a lot. They’ll make their “dratickum”* this year!
*HERE
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Speaking of church taxes, I tried several times to post a Greek version of the satirical “antiphon” on the subject in a previous post, but despite your kind advice, I’m afraid I couldn’t get it to work. The preview just cut off the unicode characters. It’s not that important but ‘m trying once more (in Hex coding) here.
Ὦ ὑμεῖς οἱ περιπλανώμενοι ταξιδιώται, μνημονεύετε ἵνα πληρώσετε τις ἐνορίας ὑμῶν, σάπιοι παραδοσιακοί.