Curious about the pretentious title? That's because I just had this whole post almost done and lost it because it did not yet have a title.
As must be evident I have had a serious case of writer's block. I have heard that the best remedy for that condition is to just start writing something, anything - good, bad or nonsense. I couldn't even do nonsense. I'm now convinced that the remedy is to actually do something worth writing about. Here was our solution:
Several weeks ago we had arranged to meet the BP (branch president) of the MoBay (Montego Bay) Branch but because of Jack's hearing handicap and Pres. Lee's very Jamaican speech there was a formidable communication gap and we literally left him standing at the altar - actually church. Jack apologized profusely but we felt we wanted to make every effort to meet him and make amends. Because we had PEF Firesides scheduled in somewhat nearby Negril and Savannah-La-Mar (Sav) on Thurs. and Fri. nites we decided to make one grand round of the whole thing. One whole really darn good experience.
Pres. Lee is a very tall, handsome, natty Jamaican with his counselor Pres. Grant, a much quieter man in every way. Pres. Grant was the BP when Pres. Lee joined the church twenty years ago and has been his mentor ever since. They have served as pres/counselor to each other (it goes back and forth as to who is pres.) for most of those twenty years. Either branch or district. Pres. Lee told us he used to be the #1 rum drinker in MoBay but now is the #1 Christian. They chose to go to a Chinese restaurant which neither one had been to before but after our meal Pres. Lee exhuberantly exclaimed that we had done very well there and that that was where he was going to bring his wife and the Grants for his wedding anniversary. He just so enthusiastically loves the gospel, Bro. Grant, life, the church, dominoes, good food and almost everything in his path. That was a wonderful experience - thank you Pres.s Lee and Grant.
Friday afternoon I was in the pool when a young man came out to the pool, looked it over for a couple of minutes, saw that the deepest part was about five feet and I heard him say to himself "that's not bad." He left and was back in a few minutes with a young woman and they got into the pool. She seemed rather tentative but he was soon splashing around in a , loosly defined, swim. He then asked me if I knew how to swim, I told him yes. He asked me if what he had been doing was swimming. I said yes and then asked him if he would like me to show him some "other" strokes. He was very eager to learn. I demonstrated several strokes but when I did a back stroke he told me he wouldn't be able to do that because he didn't know how to float. I tried every way I could think of to teach him how to float but it just wouldn't come. As soon as I would pull my hands out from beneath him he would go down like a rock - he simply couldn't relax.
Our PEFF in Sav Friday nite was just delightful. The Sav Branch has an activity every Friday nite and we were it. There were branch leaders, a young man waiting for his mission call., little children running everywhere, young couples, some actual potential PEF candidates, etc. After our presentation several of the men retired to a corner of the parking lot under a light to play dominoes. The women stayed in the chapel and talked and the kids ran around intoxicated with the freedom of being out probably later than usual.