Today was the last day of the Montgomery Interfaith Nativity. My friends were singing this evening so after the Honey-do got home from Church we spent a few moments reflecting on the day, closed out our Fast Sunday with a prayer, quickly grabbed a bite to eat and then headed out the door.
We made it just in time to support our dear friends, Lana and her Grandpa Marty, singing at 5:30 p.m. They were wonderful and absolutely charming together. It was lovely to see them, as family, working in harmony to share the Spirit of Christmas with the Interfaith community.
Then we stayed for the next performance by the Christmas Trio, a women’s trio, who sang several Christmas lullabyes.
We made it home in time to feed the dogs and watch the Christmas Devotional from home. What a lovely Sabbath day of worship through music and the spoken word.
SPOILER ALERT: ICYMI
This season of Relative Race has truly been fabulously filled with twists and turns and all sorts of emotional connections. The challenges have been, well, fun, goofy and deliciously ridiculous, especially in episode 7.
Episode 7 began with an Episode 6 recap. It was fantastic. Team Black got to meet a father that never knew his son and vise versa. Then continuing on with the next leg of the race, Team Blue got to meet a sister who never knew the sister and her family even existed. And the story line about Team Blue and the headstone, well, all of it was really a lot to take in on the 7th episode.
Truly the RR is fantastic this year, more than likely due to the sponsorship of Ancestry.com. It appears Ancestry.com has enabled the show to do some really spectacular challenges and family research to make it television worth watching!
85 on 85/365
For the last few days I have been watching season four of The Man From Snowy River: The McGregor Saga. Watching the stagecoaches, the wagons and the buggies in the shows made me recall The Remington Carriage Museum in Cardston, Alberta, Canada.
We took a ride at the end of the tour in an old carriage of some kind. All I remember about it, and I think so every time I see those lovely television shots of the beautifully dressed and perfectly coiffed women without a bead of sweat on them, is how horribly uncomfortable the ride was. Thankfully it was just about a 2-3 minute ride around the property. Thankful to be dressed far less weighted down than those back in the old days, I can tell you I would have looked like a miserable, sweaty wretch at the end of a long ride. It also made me feel thankful for the modern day carriages in which we ride with wonderful air conditioning!
It was great when we were there but from the looks of these videos, the place has improved, still as charming as ever.
Such a happy memory.