Here we are this week, at our second home that will become our forever home at the end of this year. The weather is nice – I don’t have to wear a shawl or sweater – and we are getting work done, like painting rooms and putting in ceiling fans.
One late afternoon this week, my beau blurted out, “I need a damn break. Want to go to the show? They’re showing ‘The Shack.’”
“Umm – OK. I have no idea, but I’ll go.”
“I read the book,” and giving him a blank look (Again, I never heard of the book), I started washing the paint brushes and got ready for our date night.
We ate an early supper at The Bavarian Brewhaus. My beau had sauerbraten (it reminded him when he was in Germany), I had a plate of Kohl roulade (cabbage rolls), and we both had a side of Spätzle. The entertainment was fun: A guy was singing old songs, Karaoke-style. I got a kick out of his lime green sport coat and Tony Bennet voice.
Afterwards, we walked to the other side of the town square to the show.
“The Shack” was interesting, but I discovered some mixed-up dogma. The premise was good: God is however we perceive Him – but it would have been better if the story made more dogmatic sense.
On the other hand, if you’re just looking for entertainment and not the particulars, “The Shack” is good.
I plan to pick up the book and read it. My beau would have shared his copy, but someone else confiscated it a while back.
NOTE: The Bavarian Brewhaus since closed. Doggone it, it was a good German restaurant, too.
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