11.14.2005
Ah, the influence of Christians on politics
On Sunday morning before church my wife and I were preparing for our Sabbath meal that we were planning on enjoying with a couple from church (I know, we should have done it on Saturday). Well, as it turned out my wife had left a few things at my mothers house and so I needed to go to the grocery store. I really do hate buying things on the Sabbath, for reasons that I will save for another day, but there I was at the local Publix anyways.
Fall is the time for the finer things in life for me. I bring out my pipe and I get a nice bottle of Port to last me through winter. Since I don't frequent the liquor store, I figured my trip to the grocery store would be a nice time to finally get my bottle. I spent about 5 minutes looking at all the different kinds of port and trying to figure out what I might like and then I picked up my wife's items.
As the check-out lady is scanning my items, she picks up my bottle of port, stuck it under the counter and looked at my with an evil and said "Un-un, not yet honey." You see, in my county you cannot buy alcohol until after 11:00 on Sunday mornings. I felt like such a pagan! I'm sure I have some Christian prude to thank for that little bit of legislation. I mean, what if your short a bottle of wine for communion: tough luck!
In other news: I found our cat laying in the middle of the road this morning on my way to work. He had not come in last night, and since my daughter was not at home, I wasn't forced to go looking all over for him. It was a very sad experience to get him out of the road and bury him. I have to break the news to my daughter, who is thoroughly in love with her kitty. What's harder is that the three year old little girl actually gets what it means to die.
The cat had no claws and would not have been able to make the move with us when we go to the homestead, so I guess it all works out.
On Sunday morning before church my wife and I were preparing for our Sabbath meal that we were planning on enjoying with a couple from church (I know, we should have done it on Saturday). Well, as it turned out my wife had left a few things at my mothers house and so I needed to go to the grocery store. I really do hate buying things on the Sabbath, for reasons that I will save for another day, but there I was at the local Publix anyways.
Fall is the time for the finer things in life for me. I bring out my pipe and I get a nice bottle of Port to last me through winter. Since I don't frequent the liquor store, I figured my trip to the grocery store would be a nice time to finally get my bottle. I spent about 5 minutes looking at all the different kinds of port and trying to figure out what I might like and then I picked up my wife's items.
As the check-out lady is scanning my items, she picks up my bottle of port, stuck it under the counter and looked at my with an evil and said "Un-un, not yet honey." You see, in my county you cannot buy alcohol until after 11:00 on Sunday mornings. I felt like such a pagan! I'm sure I have some Christian prude to thank for that little bit of legislation. I mean, what if your short a bottle of wine for communion: tough luck!
In other news: I found our cat laying in the middle of the road this morning on my way to work. He had not come in last night, and since my daughter was not at home, I wasn't forced to go looking all over for him. It was a very sad experience to get him out of the road and bury him. I have to break the news to my daughter, who is thoroughly in love with her kitty. What's harder is that the three year old little girl actually gets what it means to die.
The cat had no claws and would not have been able to make the move with us when we go to the homestead, so I guess it all works out.
