jesus
we're getting new neighbors. the wonderful nice old lady who lived next door had a stroke. she's not coming back. her adult children collected the things they wanted to keep. which included a statue of jesus from the back yard. one of the daughters brought a female friend to help her move it. it's not particularly large. but it was more than they could handle. they asked the beautiful and talented alisa if they could borrow our wheelbarrow. sure! then she discovered what they wanted to do and called me. the brute. ruhh. jesus was just short of a meter tall. and weighed some 70 kilos. the hens were gabbling advice about how to get the job done. i just hefted jesus into the wheelbarrow. no problem. at least not until i failed to see the paving stone that stopped the wheelbarrow. but not jesus. jesus! i yelled. which was quite possibly the first time i've ever said such a thing in a non-blasphemous fashion. anywho. some more hands arrived. and we saved jesus. the irony of which still tickles my funny bone. and probably will continue to do so until i meet him. anywho. they wanted jesus in the back seat of their car. so i tossed him in. i have no idea how they planned to get him back out again. ah well. god will provide. i have teh faithzors.