I started moving in to my new home Tuesday and things went much better than planned. I had friends from Two Harbors with 5 trucks (one of which had a huge open bed trailer) show up at 10:30 and helped me move all the boxes and some of the small furniture. We showed up at the new house at 2:00 and plenty more of my Duluth friends were there to help unload. When I got to the new abode, take a look at what I found on my deck.

That's right, I have the bestest girlfriend in the universe. Heather and I went to Menard's a few weeks ago to get some garden things for her and while we were there I said we should look at lawnmowers and patio stuff for my new house, just for fun. We took some time looking at grills and debating the merits of coal vs. gas and so on. So on Tuesday, knowing my schedule, she bought one and put it together by herself (with a little help from her 5 year old daughter, Scout) on my back porch.

Yesterday Scout and Heather shared our first meal with Emma, Simon, and me in our new house. It was Chinese takeout, of course. Scout liked having the pink chopsticks (and even tried to use them). The fortune to the left is the one Emma got, but she decided it should be mine. I'm pleased with the progress we're making on the house so far. Emma and Simon both said how weird it is that it already feels like home.

Thanks to everyone who helped us move.

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George Carlin died last night and I was reminded of his "Stuff" routine as I'm closing on my new home today. I've got a new place for my stuff! Feel free to come visit my stuff sometime.

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He was underneath the table in the Dining Hall. I'm volunteering at camp this week as "Pastor in Residence" and I found him while I was helping clean. So for all of you who have been trying to find Jesus, relax. I found him.

It's a pretty cool gig being Pastor in Residence here. I get to do a lot of fun things. For my closing prayer last night in worship I set up a large pendulum in the pavilion, invoked the First Law of Thermodynamics, Newton's First Law of Motion, and quoted Billy Bragg. Life is good.

By the way, the quote I used of Billy Bragg was off of some interview he did on public radio and he was reflecting on faith. He was reflecting on space exploration and saying that faith is a man strapped into a tin can on top of thousands of pounds of explosives having been told that this contraption will get you to the moon and back and trusting that the nerds in mission control have got their maths right. I was trying to find the exact quote but I couldn't find it. If someone out there in interweb land can get me the exact quote I'd be muchly appreciative.

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I've never seen Gorgeous Tiny Chicken Machine Show before, but I'm pretty sure I'm a fan now. Thanks, Wil, for pointing it out to me.

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