It's A New Year, Branch Out!

A Bump(y) on a log, somewhere in Scotland.

Well, the first month of the new year is over and I have just decided on my "resolution" for 2018.  As some of you know (if you are a regular reader, which I hope you are!), I have chosen one word resolutions for the past couple of years.

Last year it was faith.  I have to admit, there were times when I felt I wasn't making any progress, but since the world is still spinning and I am still spinning with it, I guess I did okay.

This year I have decided (drum roll please) to "branch out".  I know technically that is a two word resolution, but we'll just have to deal with it.

I have already "branched out" by trying a new brand of black beans. Before you are laughing so hard that you can't go on reading, just hear me out.  It's a texture thing, people!  For ever, I have really, really liked Ranch Style Black Beans.
Well, wouldn't you know that the only place I was able to get them was one specific store, I won't name it, but it starts with  a W, ends with a T and has "mart" in the middle.  Anyway, the other day I went to get my "fix" and I'm just going to say it, WMT no longer carries them. I won't go into my usual diatribe about how items come and go at that place.

Anyhoo, I "branched out" and tried the store brand and I'm just saying, Mr. Sam has redeemed himself. Same texture, same taste, what a deal!

So, my next episode of "branching out" or it can also be referred to as just "branching", involves something a little more substantial.  Bumpy and I recently attended a contemporary church service. I have always referred to these as "rock and roll" services and I'm still going to call them that, just because I want to.
I wasn't totally unprepared as I have seen this sort of thing on television from time to time and there are several contemporary Christian artists that I enjoy listening to, however, in all my many years I had never attended an "r and r" service.

Well, I'm going to say that it was weird, but not in a bad way. One of the most noticeable differences from a traditional service in the church sanctuary was the amount of light that was, let's say, absent from the room. If they expect old folks to attend, they need to turn the lights on, I'm just saying.  But the chairs were comfy and I have to admit, the donuts were an especially nice touch. Bottom line, aside from the setting, the music, and the average age of attendees hovering around age 16 instead of 61, it was just like regular church in that the message was inspiring and uplifting.

I'm not sure what my "branching out" activities will include, but I think this year will be just a little more exciting because of them.

That's it for now.
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