Friday, June 22, 2007

Friday Five--Hot Town, Summer in the City

as posted at RevGalBlogPals

Hot town, summer in the city...or town, or suburb, or hamlet, or burg, or unincorporated zone, or rural area of your choice---pretty much anywhere but the southern hemisphere, it's summer. (Australians and others, consider this an invitation to take a break from winter for a while.)

1. Favorite summer food(s) and beverage(s)

Beverage: 7 oz. pony bottles of Rolling Rock beer, ice cold, with a little sand and salt clinging to the emerald green glass

Food: Guacamole and chips (see a future post for info about table-side guacamole service by Very Hip Fancy Restaurant)

2. Song that "says" summer to you. (Need not be about summer explicitly.)

This is the B side of Mack the Knife and it says summer, summer, summer to me. I learned to dance like a grown-up to this song! Take a minute to listen and imagine dancing on a summer night on a wide porch overlooking the harbor.

3. A childhood summer memory

Catching lightning bugs and coming inside after riding the waves at Ginger Beach so many times that when I got in bed it rocked like a raft in the ocean, with my feet dusty from going barefoot all day, and my mother saying "Why don't you take a nice cool bath?" -- to this day I don't understand the attraction of a hot bath.

4. An adult summer memory

I have some great summer memories, but the summer I remember most vividly is the summer of 1988, the worst drought since the dustbowl, with temperatures above ninety for more than 15 days in a row -- and I was very, very pregnant.

5. Describe a wonderful summer day you'd like to have in the near future. (weather, location, activities)
See answers to 1-3 above and add some books from last week's Friday Five and you got it!

Optional: Does your place of worship do anything differently in the summer? (Fewer services, casual dress, etc.)
Our congregation has two church buildings in different parts of town -- I know, it's a long story. The smaller, older building has air-conditioning, so the main service is held there in the summer. My seven year old son loves to pull the bell-rope that hangs in the tower and let it lift him off his feet! I love worshiping in the colonial building that is so like the architecture of my birthplace.


Mrs. M said...

I'd love to hear the story about why the church has two buildings in different parts of town...

Songbird said...

And with whom were you dancing?

Mary Beth said...

That church looks gorgeous!

ellbee said...

Hmmm... the song coulda been:
Where do I go when I have no one else to turn to... I go to the Rock!
I am a new convert to RR- only drank Texas beer until I moved to Florida and got a sampling of Eastern brews.

I'd love to have a turn at the bell-rope, too!

Sally said...

Interesting story about the churches I guess! Great there another story there?

Cathy said...

Bobby Darin --- ahhhh --- that brings back memories (I did not know that was side B to Mac The Knife)

Shawna Renee said...

I'm from Oklahoma and remember that summer. And you were pregnant--oh vey.

Ruby said...

Mrs. M, The story of the churches is really all about a changing urban landscape that is still changing as we as a Latino congregation to our mix. And Ellbee, the bell-rope is so much fun -- even more fun than Rolling Rock.
Songbird, I danced with my father, of course! (But later, Sally, I danced with one or two of the O. boys, and that *is* another story.)

St. Casserole said...

Oh! Thanks for reminding me about this song! Haven't heard it in forever and I can imagine dancing to it on a wide porch.

Glad to meet you through our pal Songbird!

Ruby said...

Thanks, St. Casserole. I'm glad Songbird introduced me to this community.