The long weekend began with a funeral. Friday morning we memorialized our friend David Kruse. (It was he and his wife who gave us our beautiful pump organ.) It was a lovely service, and afterward we were invited to Dorothy's (the widow's) house to visit with the family and friends.
Then we came home and I worked for the afternoon while Barry took Miss B to play practice in Lansing and then to Waukon where she flunked her driving permit test. ("I didn't know what 'prohibited' means.")
Friday evening I ran the movie at The Way Station.
Saturday morning Barry got word that he would have to give the sermon Sunday morning because the retired minister who was to fill in for Pastor, who is traveling, was ill and couldn't make it. So he spent Saturday writing a sermon.
Sunday morning he gave the sermon, then afterward Dorothy and her daughter and son-in-law came to the house for lunch, then there was time for a short nap, and then Barry and I got taken out to supper at Manny's Cocina by Kathleen and her friend Mark. (Great food.) Then we came home, had a few minutes to catch our breath and then Kathleen and her children and Mark, and Barry and Lisa Fruechte and their kids all came over and we had the annual New Year's Bingo Night with goofy prizes.
We have an agreement that when the ball drops in Times Square, it's the new year, even though it's only 11:00 p.m. Central time. So everybody was gone and we were in bed by midnight. Hurray.