(Re: Entry title: Name that Mother Goose nursery rhyme!)
So I’m home from a week of driving to various vacation related activities. After the chaos of work last week it was nice to get away for awhile. I had every intention of going to church before heading to the beach last Sunday, but after two days of fireworks and trying to clean my house I was just too dang tired. So I left for the beach, got there around three in the afternoon (just ahead of the thunderstorm) and plopped down and started to read. Four books, one bad sunburn, one quick 10-minute ocean dip, two serious bouts of carsickness, one visit with a friend and her husband, and four days later I came home. Yep, it was relaxing but at the same time it was almost very rushed.
Oh, and my mother is fired as my sunscreen application person. SPF 50 and two hours in the sun in the early morning, and I still turned my typical lobster red color. In lovely, random, Rorschach shaped patterns between my shoulder blades. Thank heavens I sleep on my stomach or I would have been miserable.
Once I came home, let me tell you, I ran my rear off doing errands on Thursday. Returns, alterations on a dress, and oh yeah–there’s about 1/3 of a tree lying in the middle of my front yard that wasn’t there when I left. Still trying to figure out what I’m going to do to get that taken care of as the ‘stuff as much in the supercan as I can’ process will take me about three months I think. But all the errands were finished!
Then the three day event known as KingsFest started. KingsFest is a huge Christian music concert that takes place every summer at a nearby theme park. I had planned to go with my brother ages ago, and was really looking forward to it. Each night had at least two bands that I was familiar with and truly enjoyed, along with at least three others. So I get to see Barlow Girl, Casting Crowns, David Crowder Band, Toby Mac, and the Newsboys, while having new groups like Stellar Kart, Skillet, Nevertheless, and Kutless to enjoy. Granted, there were a few that I didn’t care for, and Hawk Nelson had the bass so loud while they were playing that B actually had to leave because it bothered her so much, but I enjoyed the few songs I knew.
The ironic thing is that it’s been at least 15 years or more since I actively listened to any Christian music because it all started to blend into that Amy Grant/Stephen Curtis Chapman/Michael W. Smith sort of sameness–and it was boring. It’s only in the last few months as I really like a song from church and come home to figure out who sings it that I have gotten interested in the genre again (probably has something to do with the fact that it is actually music again and not just schlock). And it cracked me up–there were two songs that were stuck in my head all weekend: “Nu Thang” by dc talk (TobyMac was an original member) and I Am Free by the Desperation Band/covered by the Newsboys (here is a link to a live concert performance of it by the Newsboys). I couldn’t get any of it out of my head until “I Am Free” was sung as the final number!
Friday and Saturday we decided to spend time in the park riding coasters, and after the typical tardiness by B and NoMH both days (first day only a few minutes, second day it was 50 minutes (I was not happy), third day it was 15 minutes) we were able to enjoy the coasters we wanted to ride with reasonable waiting times and relax during the opening bands at the park. Seeing as how my brother ended up bailing and stood me up for the whole thing, I was grateful that B and NoMH had decided to buy lawn tickets for it as well. I was able to sit with them, and on Friday/Saturday night was able to give my spare ticket away to someone at the gate who had lost theirs or was trying to get in. I wish he could have come, because he would have loved it. He had told me he would come Friday, then said Saturday, then I found out from my father that in fact he was going to a baseball game on Saturday and didn’t even bother to tell me, so I’m glad that someone was able to use the ticket I had purchased for him–Friday night it was a girl whose ticket was lost in the water park and then on Saturday it was someone who was in the park and heard the music, but had no ticket.
Each night we didn’t get home until almost midnight (or later!), but it was completely worth it. Thursday, they just played for a long set; Friday, it was the 4 song encore from the home state boy; Saturday, it was the AWESOME encore by Newsboys. I have since discovered that it is customary for their concerts, but this was new to me: during the first encore number, the lead singer goes out into the audience to a drum set that it on a Genie lift. He plays dueling drums with the guy on stage, and then slowly both start to rise in the air. Then what got us is when the stage drummer started to tilt forward. And then he tilted some more. Then he tilted until he was 90 degrees from where he started. And then, oh yeah, he started spinning in circles. Aside from the fact that I would be vomiting, it was really cool, actually. He never missed a rhythm. Stage drummer gets back to right side up, lead singer goes back to stage, and show continues. Very fun.
But three days that included a 50 mile round trip drive, an entire bottle of SPF 50 (which still has me burned on my shoulders), 18 hours of music, and 12 hours of roller coaster rides/walking/waiting in lines meant that getting up for church today was PAINFUL. I made it, though, to early service no less, and the sermon was very very good. V came with me today as she is trying to find someplace else that she can attend and feel comfortable because she is growing disillusioned with some things she has discovered about her church, and she enjoyed it. After church, back to my house to help V write her ethics paper on physician-assisted suicide and lunch. It’s now almost 5pm, and I think I can make it through the day without a nap :).
Well, that’s been my week off in a nutshell–kite flying, book reading, music listening, coaster riding, skin burning, exhuasting days.
And do you want to know the best part?
I did not once check my work eMail or voice mail. I know I’m probably going to catch hell for it at work tomorrow, but truth be told I had no cell service at the beach and I made a conscious decision to cut off for a week. Of course, I feel guilty now that I have to go back tomorrow with Festival a week away, but tough noogies, I loved it.
So that’s about it! I will be back later this week with a news roundup, as there has been some cool stuff that I found lately, and I am going to spend the remaining seven hours of my vacation watching the new episode of Burn Notice while doing laundry and trying not to fall asleep!!