Where There's Fire, There's Wynham

When the new youth pastor at our church asked Wynham to burn the palm fronds that would create the ashes for use in Ash Wednesday services, I must admit I felt a certain dubiousness about how that might play out. Anyone who knows Wynham knows that it's wise to stand back, waaaay back, when he has matches, a lighter, or any other fire-provoking implement in his hands. There's just that particular gleam in his eyes...

Everything seemed to go smoothly until the flames were about three feet high -- that's when he decided to jump over the fire for everyone's amusement. "OKAY, that's eNOUGH!" said the rector. Talk about being in the hot seat!

Too Darn Hot

Jack was scheduled to start preschool next week, and I spent the last few days fantasizing about what I would be able to do around the house with those precious few hours alone. Most unfortunately, those dreams went up in smoke yesterday -- literally.

It took the fire department over an hour to put out the blaze, but luckily the 60 children in attendance were all evacuated safely before the blaze got out of control. Wynham went here for after school fun while I was still working full time, and Claire graduated from her Pre-K class in this building last year.

I know our townfolk will rally around in support of the kids and all the programs that are now without a "home". Hopefully it won't take too long to rebuild. I just can't believe that a sparking light socket could gut an entire building in such short order, but that's the official cause. Either that, or Jack really didn't want to start school...