April has been a chaotic month, weatherwise. Sunny and warm one day, thunderstorms and cool the next. Resulting in a bursting of vegetation. The trees are out, the grass is lush, early spring flowers are in bloom. Ken mowed the lawn last weekend for the first time.
I'm a derelict blogger, alas. And if it weren't for a few people who check in here occasionally to find out if we're still alive, I probably wouldn't post this often. What am I going to add to the chatter on the Internet over the news -- swine flu, the torture memos, Obama's first 100 days, the fates of GM and Chrysler?
I've been getting a little work, but not enough to keep me really busy. Slow, but pretty steady. Part of my time is spent working on Stewardship Board things for church. This is not a fun time to be talking about stewardship in the church -- if what you mean by stewardship is the usual shakedown for money that many people associate with church. Instead, we've been trying to use this time to minister to people with layoff fears and other financial concerns. Next month, we are starting a 6-week workshop on biblical money management. I am praying that many people will take advantage of this free opportunity to learn some new skills.
Amy finished her next-to-last term at Western Michigan. Her grades were the best ever -- a 3.72 GPA for the semester. After sweating bullets over her yearlong project for her PR class, she came out with an A and glowing reviews for her team's presentation to Cityscape Events of Kalamazoo. With God's grace, maybe this will also turn into a summer internship for her. She has been polishing her resume and sending it out to some prospects.
It wouldn't be a blog post without talking about golf, would it? Ken and I have been playing pretty regularly for the past two weekends, despite some pretty soggy course conditions. I've also signed up to play on his golf league for the summer; our first match was Monday evening. Ken and I are not partners; we play together so often, we thought it would be fun to play with other people. It also gives us more to talk about when we get home. My partner's name is Dan; he's 30-something, quiet and reserved, and a pretty good player as well. I was pretty happy with my score, so I hope Dan doesn't think I'm a drag as a partner.