Poor Abby thought the doctor and nurses at our new family practice must have had her confused with a pincushion today. The poor little lady had to get her first set of shots and she was as unimpressed with them as her mother. I'm sure she's inherited my abhorrence of needles when used to give shots (I love sewing and other uses of needles). But, she's now immunized and on her way to what we hope will be a long and healthy life. And, our new family doctor graduated high school with Uncle Jeff Mansfield, so he fits the category of old enough to be experienced but young enough to avoid any potential memory or coordination problems. Pretty much the perfect age when it comes to someone treating your ills and caring for your most precious possession.We had a very nice Father's Day yesterday for Steve's first year as a dad. We tried out the Wesleyan Church and will probably begin attending, but the regular minister was out of town, so we'll have to hear him before we make the final decision. The only thing we were disappointed with was the lack of friendliness in the congregation (only one person out of about 100 introduced herself to us) and some older people behind us who were definitely not supporting the missions trips that the church was planning.
It's unfortunate when there is a group of people in a church who do not understand the Great Commission enough to know that we are called to go beyond our towns to spread the good news of the Gospel. But, besides those few dissenters and the not so friendly reception, we though it was the best fit we've found so far. And since we are generally stuck with "best available" and not a perfect fit here, it will probably become our new church home.After church we had a relaxing afternoon and went to the Soo Locks in the evening, just in time to see the largest ship that sails on the Great Lakes make its way through the locks. It never gets old seeing such gigantic ships fitting into such a small space and then dropping the 20 or so feet so they can go from Lake Superior to Lake Huron. I must be a mechanical engineering junkie or something - most normal people probably would not be so impressed with the locks, but since I have never professed normalcy, I don't mind being one of the few who are easily impressed by big boats raising and lowering in a tight space.
And... I have all of my gardening done (I hope). As long as all the seeds I've sown come up, we should have quite an array of flowers this summer to enjoy. Now all we need is to get a grill and set up our patio furniture (and a lot of citronella candles) and we can start enjoying our beautiful Northern Michigan nights.
And so, while Abby has been sleeping all day from wearing herself out screaming during her shots, I have gotten to quite a few things I was hoping to get done. Hopefully she will not have any adverse reactions to the injections - so far we are fever free and just a bit grouchy.
















