Eric Bailey's

It took me most of the day to realize why everyone seemed so wiped on Sunday morning. Our worship servvice was planned fine, led fine, but as a group it kind of felt like we just were not quite there. Our small numbers (smaller than usual) may have contributed, but I think that the garage sale was to blame. I think that we had a very tired Sunday. Maybe it was just me (I know I am tired - too many nights with too little sleep), but I felt like we were not quite there.

The church garage sale went well on Saturday, I always find the first while in the morning amusing. For the first few minutes while I am trying to get going I will get up and stumble around the house. If I sit down or rest my head for a second, I am out again. Once in a while my legs or my body just decides it wants to lie down and I almost do. This doesn't happen very often, but I think that I have experienced it too often for me. I should probably be trying to get more sleep. The sad thing is the strange macho pride I take in being able to survive and function in those situations. It is the same idea as playing sports with a pulled muscle or a broken bone.

After the worship time I went and "ump"ed a slow pitch ball game. I floundered here and there, but mostlly did okay. By the time the teams got to the end of the tournament I guess that they were just happy to have an "ump" at all. I'd rather not do that again, but I am closer to feeling like I could "ref" a football game. I know those rules at least. I am not great at making a quick call, and I am too willing I guess to hear the opinions (although if I don't agree I won't change my call). I guess maybe I "ump" okay, or maybe not whatever you think...