My fast and furious five fall facts.

1) The rain and the pumpkins and the cooler air make me–fine, I’ll admit it–miss New England. The colours are going to pop in about three more weeks, you know.

2) I have this strange urge to add the British “u” in words. Like: “I love fall colours.” Also, the “u” can be utilized in honour and flavour and neighbour. But I prefer its charming use in colour. Why?

3) The new Facebook is coming this week. Are you ready?

4) Instagram makes me see square frames around stuff. All the time. Speaking of frames, Pam said you can always unframe it. The Office is back.

5) Mmm… Fall means favorite shows: The Office. House. (And fine I’ll be patient about 30 Rock. sheesh.) Fall also means one more home evaluation meeting before we hopefully are approved as adoptive parents. But that doesn’t mean we’ll become parents soon. Word on the street is that this is a longer process than anticipated. yep………

6) Speaking of watching way too much TV: what show are you most excited about this Fall?

5 hours to Canada

Confession: I’ve never been out of the country.

…until last night.

If you’re reading this, then I guess Drew and I made it across the border to Canada yesterday. Believe it or not, Canada is just a few hours North of where we live. Visiting Quebec City was on our list of things to do while in New England, and we’ve finally set aside about five days to make it happen.

Where?

HERE

Yes, this area of Canada speaks both French and English. I took French in college, piled on top of the Spanish I took in highschool, so I have a tendency to mix the two up! Ugh… This could be bad. Very bad.

But, I’ve been practicing:

Ou’ est la MacDonalds?

North vs. South: Churches

I’ve been thinking a lot about the differences between New England and Southeast Georgia, especially since I’m now going back from one to the other. I’ve gotta get my brain there. I’ve gotta make the mental jump. I’m working on it. And y’all are going to work on it with me.

A few months ago, Janaki asked about the differences. I’m gonna answer her with a series of posts. Here’s the first:

Just down the road from our seminary sits a small steepled building, with wide swinging front doors and stained glass windows. Freshly whitewashed walls and manicured lawn. It once housed meetings every Sunday morning – now it houses a family. Residents. Living in a church.

I’ve never seen anything like this in the south. Sure, there probably is a church somewhere south of the Mason-Dixon line that’s been converted into a house, but I haven’t seen it.

I also haven’t seen mega-churches in New England. The big new shiny churches with parking lots larger than Super-Wal-Mart’s? Nada. I’m not sure how many of those exist in New England either.

So, um, what else do I need to think about in order to make this mental transition…? Help!