Seaside
hosted a pancake breakfast yesterday. We
were trying to raise some money to replace our playground equipment. We haven’t picked out a specific set yet, so
we don’t know for sure how much we actually need, but the organizers set a goal
of two thousand dollars. Apparently the
sets that best fit what we are looking for seem to fall into the fifteen
hundred to two thousand range.
We
had lots of help from Seasiders, as well as from the homeschool music coop
group that meets in our building. Some
of their girls holding signs and actually doing cartwheels drew in some
cars. Other antics from one of their
leaders really grabbed the attention of passing motorists as well. The food was great. Not just pancakes (but who can beat a good
pancake?). There was a table full of
sausage and bananas and mixed fruit and oranges and apples and milk and orange
juice and apple juice. Oh, and how could
I forget … bacon. Lots and lots of
bacon. Seasider were tag-teaming in the kitchen,
taking turns flipping pancakes and frying up the meat. Did I mention … bacon? All in all, it was a breakfast to remember,
may … to savor. And our total amount
raised? $1457. Not bad for a bunch of pancakes.
All
of our kiddos disappeared down to the beach while Chris and I helped with
cleanup. It was past 12:30 before we
left the church, so we didn’t get to go the Jamaica Janes bake sale. I know Jim represented us well at the Sea
Isle craft sale. Oh, and I saw FaceBook
posts later about the park party last night.
Looks like the whole weekend was a rousing success.
Back
to the beach … when we started that direction we saw that the police had
blocked off all motorized access except for golf carts. Just too many cars. Not to be deterred from reuniting with our
grandkids (Can’t keep a Nana away with
just a few cops, you know), we just walked over from the church. Our crew was pretty close to the entrance. We stayed for a while longer so the kids could
get their fill of wave jumping and sand castle building (and destroying). Finally we
headed home for a quick snack lunch and a nap or two.
After
naps we headed out again. This time our
destination was the crash boat basin on the other side of the airport to let
the kids fish a little bit. We saw a
little bit of action. Zak caught a tiny
rat red on his first cast. We eventually
reeled in a couple of piggies, a hardhead, and a needle nosed eel as well. A few boys doing some casting took the eel
off our hands. They insisted it was a
gar. I thought about educating them, but
decided to allow them their delusion.
They had already shared a minnow with us, so I was happy to hand over
the eel/gar in exchange. Fisherman’s
good will, you know?
And
finally … we were all exhausted by day’s end.
No complaints about showers and bedtimes. Oh, and the Astros even won again. Good day.
Good day.
Hebrews
11:3 says, “By faith we understand that
the worlds were prepared by the word of God, so that what is seen was not made
out of things which are visible.”
Father,
thank you for the success of our pancake breakfast. And for the fishing trip. Amen.
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