Purdapodopopolagopolis

I played a game once where you had to pay a nickel if someone was able to get you to say the word that is the title of this post...

Life has been enjoyable recently...and when I say "enjoyable", I mean "busy." I just hate to say that life has been busy recently, because that much is patently obvious.

We enjoyed the firstfruit of the zuchinni last week...properly battered and fried; from the looks of the garden, we are about to be deluged by a flood of little zukes. Mary thought she was buying four plants, but through a classic error in mathematical computations, actually bought about 20 plants. Free zuchinni, anyone?

We enjoyed my first day of vacation this year (this may not be entirely accurate, but let's not let the facts get in the way of a good pattern). We spent the weekend, plus today, at "Diane's camp" in Maine. How tromping about in cold lakewater and using an outhouse (not necessarily in that order) can be so enjoyable is beyond my comprehension. Perhaps it is all the junk food and movies.

And we have enjoyed our firstborn son, who was apparently kidnapped by aliens recently, as evidenced by his most unusual behavior. Last week, he asked if he could do the dishes. And then he washed them, for forty-five minutes. (Not because he is slow, per se, but because there were a lot of them.) The next day, he washed the dishes, again. (Not the same dishes from the previous day. Well, actually, some of them were the same dishes, but they had been used prior to their re-washing.) And he has done several other things which have made us know, not from a position of mere faith, but from observational experience, that Psalm 127:3 is true.