Like, you know my friend Susan Rebecca White? SRW is a wonderful writer and a known foody. Every restaurant we love best, she has told us about it or taken us there.
SO this week, I don’t know if you know, Venus transponded the sun! Next time this happens, it will be 2117, and you and I will be dead. *Cheery thought for day? ACCOMPLISHED!*
In honor of this momentous transpond that Venus was doing, Scott and I go walking downtown to have a Bourbon Old Fashioned and see if we can’t glimpse the transpondership without going blind as the sun sets. We hear a car horn go, BEEP BEEP, and Susan and her fella, Sam, pull to the curb to say hey. They are on their way from Candler Park (which is a piece of Atlanta that is so close to Decatur you can spit from one and hit the other) to have dinner at our favorite Decatur place, Cakes and Ale.
Scott, who has been a Decatur resident for SIX DAYS at this point, grins shamelessly at the woman who INTRODUCED HIM to Cakes and Ale, and says, “Oh good. We locals love it when the tourist dollars roll in.”
HA! Sassy, he is getting.
So we go downtown, and I have my Old Fashioned and he has a beer and we are looking through a hole in a paper at another paper, waiting for Venus to transpond, and talking about finding a church here. The hunt begins Sunday, when the kids are home from camp. Decatur has about 50 QUADSQUILLIAN churches so we are hopeful we can find one that will be hands-on dirty-hippy enough to make us happy and also have a good youth group/kid program.
We are somewhat hampered in this. In fact, we are going in PRE-hampered. While I am doctrinally SO flexible I am practically a protestant Yogini, my kids are feeling the need to be Presbyterian. I am getting serious childly pushback when I so much as suggest Methodism, and LORD HELP ME if I hint at any faint desire to go Anglican.
The kids are both PRESBY FOREVER! PRESBY OR DIE! Not because EITHER of them has a clear idea of where this lands them on the Protestant Liturgical High to Low Church Spectrum, but just because our Powder Springs Church was Presby and, I SUSPECT, their life has encompassed a LOT of change recently.
Their plates are QUITE full of change, thank you. They would like a side of consistency. They want some FAMILIARNESS sauce.
So, fine, we are looking at the Presby churches.
We found two of interest, although one is HUGE and I, with my nifty terrors of standing in the middle of crowds, strangers, making conversation, and existing, am moderately horrified.
Me: Is it really SO BIG?
Him: I drove past. It’s a huge Campus.
Me: Campus??? What do you mean? A CAMPUS?
Him: Yes. Campus. Meaning all the land containing all the buildings of an institution.
Me: I thought CAMPUS meant all the buildings in a University?
Him: Yes. But you also think Venus is trandsponding.
Me: IT IS TRANSPONDING. A church can have a campus?
Him: Yes, any institution or organization that has a gathering of buildings on a piece of land is a campus.
Him: Just as I am sure Venus is in transit, so too am I sure about a campus. In fact, in Africa? There are these wetlands where the hippopotamuses live? And sometimes there are little groupings of lakes—
Me: Don’t you say it!
Him: And if all the individual lakes contain animals—
Me: I mean it! Don’t you DARE!
Him: Then that is called a Hippocampus. *looks smug*
SEE? YOU SEE HOW HE IS NOW?