Yesterday we celebrated the church's five year anniversary. The group moved to our town last May and we've been attending for a year now.

It's funny. Melissa and I had been praying for "something" in our town but we weren't sure what that "something" would be. We kept getting mixed signals - be patient but get busy. Or maybe that was "be ready" instead of "busy" and we didn't hear it correctly.

In any event, we now have a little Baptist church meeting in the school.

And Sunday afternoon we were all over at Pastor Dean's house, playing volleyball, eating (hey, we're Baptists. You can't have a fellowship time without food!), and enjoying the sunshine.

I am so sore.

I'm sore partly from the volleyball, partly from making sawdust on Saturday (a euphemism I picked up from a millworker friend of mine - I was cutting down trees, chopping them up, and stacking the wood), and mostly because I'm very much out of shape.

I'm glad to be back at work where I can close the door, pretend I'm not here, and nurse my aching arms and legs by just sitting in front of a computer or two. I need the whole week to recuperate enough for next weekend. I plan on spending today curled up in a ball saying "ouch" every once in a while. Tomorrow I'll just sit and moan and groan.

The two older kids start soccer camp this week. There's actually a 2 and 3 year old league which sounds like it would be a blast - kind of like herding cats - but we decided not to do that. The Little Guy can keep his unstructured playtime for a little longer.

Melissa started laying more stone in the front, preparing another section of garden. She's sore, too. Too bad she has to drive kids to soccer camp. And play with the Little Guy.

She scares me. Actually, all moms with small children are scary. Why? One word: Repetitions. Try lifting 20 to 30 pounds about a thousand times a day and see what it does to your arms. Never mess with a Mom.