Our church is having a community festival tomorrow.  I somehow got put in charge of it.  I actually know exactly how I ended up in charge of it, but I prefer to say “somehow” because it makes it seem more mysterious as if I somehow fell into this position, as compared to, say, volunteering.  It makes it easier to try to blame someone else - a mysterious someone else.

Anyway, the last week or so has been filled with meetings, planning sessions, sorting through boxes of orders from Oriental trading, assembling a popcorn machine and pressing iron on designs onto several hundred t-shirts.  Our living room looks like a wal-mart sweat shop.  There are t-shirts everywhere, wrenches and screws scattered around the floor.  If I had the kids helping with anything I’d probably get investigated by Human Rights Watch.

The whole event has been complicated by the fact that, in typical church fashion, there have been about three of us showing up at the planning meetings for the last two months.  And then Wednesday, during our last meetin,g a cast of thousands showed up.  “Hey, sorry I’ve been busy since April.  What can I do to help?”  Well, at this point, not much.  Thanks though.

But, it’s all coming together nicely, except for one thing, apparently the tail end of some hurricane is going to drag its soaking wet self across our region tomorrow.  On the downside, this will cause us to drag our whole festival (moonbounce included) into our church fellowship hall where it will be cramped, loud, generally unpleasant and smelling of wet children.  On the upside I doubt it will be that crowded since most folks aren’t going to trek through Hurricane Valderrama (or whatever wacky name we’re on now) to come to this.  Which is a shame, because I ordered two gross of bouncy balls with a smiley face on them for prizes and my kids only have use for one gross.  (They like to recreate the Mr. Moose ping pong ball bit. - You remember Mr. Moose.  Captain Kangaroo?  Anyone with me on this?  Anyone?  If so, here’s a piece of your childhood back: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SSpPyTNSlTU  )

So, that’s what I’m doing this weekend – handing out free hotdogs to wet children whose parents made them come out in the rain to bounce around in a chuch basement.  I’m pretty sure this is what I should be doing with my time.  I’ll have to double check my bracelet. 

I started writing this in hopes that I would have a point, or some kind of moral, or witticism to tie it all together.  As it turns out, all I’ve got is me whining and a reference to Mr. Moose.  Oh well.