While I went to the confirmation class after the service (loved it...lots of history, which I always enjoy) the kids met some other kids and they did kid-like things. One son wasn't keen on any of it, but he's my particular child. He's a bit bamboozled at working now at the restaurant, and too much newness is frustrating him. I get that. He sorta got thrown into the job before he was expecting it, and is adjusting slowly. A fat paycheck is an incentive, but he's tired and not at his best mentally. To go to a church that was so foreign to him was too much change, I'm sure. He might not want to go back, and he's old enough at eighteen to make up his own mind, I reckon. Will put it in the 'wait and see' pile.
So. That's my story. I put two large packages of dear little chicken thighs in the heavy enamel/cast iron pot along with lots of curry and onions. Will make rice and green beans later on. The least one will frost second son's b'day cake. A low-key celebration with no company and not a need to tidy up overmuch. Yes! That's my kind of birthday dinner.
(not sure where the church is in the photo---looks english to me, but it's lovely, that's for sure)
