The fifth-grade girls' basketball regular season came to a merciful end today, closing as it began and as it continued in between (except once) - with a loss. 28 to 12 or something like it, with our Katie scoring 6 of her team's points and waving her arms like a mad windmill on speed when she was on defense.
One of the benefits of these long weeks has been the opportunity to see various churches in the area as we traveled to our road games at the other Catholic schools. I think I may have seen them all now, and today turned out to be the most interesting.
The game was in Garrett, a town about 15 miles north of here (you thought I was kidding when I said "road game?"), in the middle of farm country. The church, which unfortunately does not have a website, is a lovely, late 19th-century gem, but also a gem that someone, courtesy of some big bucks, has polished up quite nicely. Renovation had obviously occurred, but all of the artwork was intact and any roccoco excess cleaned up. At the back of the church, a large baptismal pool had been erected above ground, placed under a "canopy" (for lack of a better word) of a large pane of stained glass (the Holy Spirit) supported by four pillars, with a statue of Jesus, arms open in welcome, standing alongside. The cabinet for the oils was on one wall, and there was a small reliquary on the other. It all worked and was just way nicer than you'd expect to find in such a small community. Hence our speculation about the big bucks. It was just a quick walk through, but we were very impressed.