Snapshots: A Far-flung Church

After quite a bit of work by A. and the eldest boy, the brown truck has been towed to the semi-retired mechanic in the village for help with the rodent-chewed wiring.

Good thing we have a one-ton van that can tow anything.

I always put up a string of white lights around the iron divider running between the kitchen and dining room right after daylight savings time ends. I call them my time-change lights. I bought a new string last year, which I carefully wound up and put away. When I plugged them in this year, only half the string was working. 

WHY does this seem to happen with all lights now? I can't get more than one year out of them before they're only partially functioning.

I did try replacing one bulb that looked burned out, but when that didn't work, I gave up and ordered another string.

I did use the half-working string of lights around the kitchen window, so at least I didn't have to throw them away.

Winter lights.

We don't have a lot of deciduous trees around here to give us fall color, but the apricot trees do turn a nice yellow.

The windmill apricot is almost at peak color.

We have several mission churches in our parish that have a Mass once a month. I've been to all of them but one. I've been meaning to go to it for awhile now, but it's about 70 miles away and not on the way to anywhere, so it's a definitely commitment to get there.

Poppy said she'd go with me, though, and we finally had nothing going on the second Saturday of the month when Mass is celebrated there, so off we went.

There's a whole lot of nothing getting there. It was even less populated than around our house.

The town the church is in is at the beginning of these hills.

It's a plain old church.

The inside is quite plain, too, with unfortunate ceiling tiles.

Not much around it.

But they do have an outhouse.

Nice sunset on the way home.

There you have it! My life, snapshotted.