Smallest Church in America
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Yesterday, I went to the Smallest Church in America. I had spent the night on the spare bed at Joey's the night before, fighting, again, about my troubles in life. He was the one that got me off on that tangent. I stayed at his house because I didn't want to go home, but I didn't have the money for a motel, either. As soon as I woke up, I got dressed, got in my car, picked up a more comfortable shirt at Target, and got on the road to the church. I had seen it last week on the way to Brunswick and thought it would be cool to take a few photos of it. This photo here is of the back stained glass window with only natural sunlight lighting the glass. While I was there, I left a note in the guestbook and wrote a prayer in the prayer book. I just felt so indifferent when I woke up yesterday. On my way back to Savannah from the church, I dorve into Sunbury and visited the cemetery there. There wasn't much. I did take a few photos of the place.

When I got home, I uploaded the photos from the morning. A few hours later, I get a call from Joey. He needed to take me up on my offer of helping him move home to Fayetteville. So, he called, told me to grab my clothes, and just spend the night on the couch. That way, when he's ready to leave this morning, much of the packing has been done. So, Matthew took the seats out of the van and I packed. So, I spent another night at Joey's home. When I got here, I backed the van into his driveway to make packing easier. That is the first time I have ever done anything like that in this van. His parents also arrived back from their small trip to South Carolina around the same time I pulled up. I got to talking to Harold, Joey's step-father, about history and Harold wants to show me some historical sites up near Fayetteville. I told Harold I just have to be back at my therapist's office at 2:00 PM on Monday.

Their family friend promised Joey as a graduation gift, he'd take Joey out to dinner. It ended up being the same group from graduation plus the family friend. We went to Outback. We all had a nice dinner. On the way back to diner, I check my phone and see it's my brother's phone. It was Beth calling. She was pancking about some CDs that got left in the car inadventinly while cleaning. I thought I had left them in the house, but I didn't. She and Nicki proceeded to harp on me about it. They wanted me to check the van. I told them I wasn't near the van - I had gone out to dinner in the parents' van. I had to hang up on them 3 times it got so bad. Yes, Beth had the right to be upset, but my sisters took it too far. There was a simple solution to the problem, but with me not being at the car, I couldn't solve the problem just yet. They even called my father to get him into this mess. That disturbed my father. He agreed with me, but was just so sick of the panicking by all his daughters.

This all happened with Joey around me. This is the type of thing he's trying to help me with. He thinks I buckle under presure from my family. So, as I was trying to handle the situtation the best I can without being a bitch to my sisters, he's in the background saying what I want to say. He's telling me what to do. He also assisted me with finding the CDs. And then, he starts up the talk from the past 2 weeks about me developing a backbone with my sisters. He got on me the most for aplogiing to my father. Joey felt I didn't own my father one. I felt I did, not for what happened, but for how he felt. This time, I wasn't upset. In a way, he was right. But also, I was proud of how I took care of my sisters. I tried to handle it in a diplomatic way with them and try to make Beth see it wasn't the end of the world. We got her straightened out.

So, I didn't have the chance to do the Thursday Threesome: Fife and Drum?

Onesome: Fife-- Barney? ...a musical instrument? ...the number after 'four'? What came to mind when you saw this week's title? I thought of a flute. I hate Barney Fife.

Twosome: and--do you recall a painting of a fife and drum set with a flag? No? Maybe one of our American History majors can link it in... You mean this one:

This may not be the right one, but it's close enough.

Threesome: Drum--lines? Do you love them? ...or do you even know they exist? I'm wondering if this is an "Eastern" thing... They are very interesting to watch.

Posted by Shawn at May 9, 2008 9:56 AM in Flickr Photos, General, Thursday Threesome.