‘Star Wars:The Approaching Storm’ – Chapter 15 (Part 5)

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!!  Which is the day of a baptism, baptism, baptism!!  We got up fairly early this morning (around 7 a.m.) and got the kids and ourselves ready to go to Brockport Presbyterian for the baptism of Robbie Crissman (yeah, that’s right, he’s named after me, poor fool!!).  We got there and found Katie in the choir singing with the other kids in the children’s chorus and there was my nephew, Robbie.  He is so cute and definetly does NOT live up to his namesake.  Now, to explain what I’m really saying, I was a devil child from the instant I was born.  I didn’t stop crying for at least a year (at least according to my parents and my brother).  Even then I was still a devil child getting into trouble at home all the time and being a holy terror to my parents.  The only place I didn’t get into trouble was in school (ironic, ain’t it?!!).  Anyway, that is not how Robbie is at all.  He is a very subdued, happy little boy.  You can even see him sizing people up and laughing at them and just being a light-hearted kid all around.  At the time of the Baptism, Heather and I were called up as well as my brother and his wife as we are officially acting as “god-parents” to Robbie.  That’s right, now I’m officially responsible for kids other than my own, scary ain’t it?  Anyway, we had the baptism, with little reaction to the water at all, and Robbie was a complete saint.

After the Baptism, we went over to my brother’s house and had a little celebration.  There was pizza, wings, and cake.  It was a great time and we got a chance to spend time with all of the family, including the Lesko’s.  It was nice to see the two families together again and was just a blast all around.  Even the older kids had a blast.  They went downstairs and goofed around most of the time while the adults stayed upstairs and had “adult” conversation (no adult conversation is ever actually adult.  Let’s face it, we’re all still kids at heart).  My parents left fairly early as they had a dinner to get to at their church that they were in charge of.  We left around 3 p.m. and headed for my parents’ house to get our dog, Clifford.  We picked him up and got on the road around 3:30 p.m.  We had to stop on the Thruway twice.  Once because Tara had to use the potty, and Clifford was acting like he had to go (and I’m not about to let a dog pee in my new car!); another because we heard what sounded like a rock hit the car (sounded like the windshield) and we stopped to see the damage.  Luckily there was nothing to even note.  Whew, the last thing I wanted was damage to our new car.  We ate dinner at the McDonald’s in Lafayette and got home around 8 p.m. (Just in time for “The Amazing Race”).  We unpacked and watched our usual shows and then went to bed REALLY exhausted from the weekend.  Man, I almost need a vacation from my weekends because they’re just that packed full of stuff to do!!

Time to talk about Chapter 15, Part 5 of “Star Wars:The Approaching Storm” by Alan Dean Foster…..


Chapter 15 (Part 5):  As they dismounted one of Bayaar’s guards escorted their steeds away and Anakin became worried about their supplies, and Bayaar told them they would not be touched.  He told the Jedi that they would be made comfortable while he talked to the Council of Elders about their request.  Luminara turned to what looked like a sympathetic guard and asked if he thought they would receive council and he said he wasn’t sure because he was only a guard, and left them behind.  Over the next several hours they experienced that best of Ansion food, drink, and pleasures.  They enjoyed themselves and felt safer here than they did with the Yiwa and Qulun clans from before.  Bayaar came back that evening and informed them that the council would greet them all.  Barriss became excited adn said they are all taken care of then, but Bayaar warned that greeting was exactly as it sounded, as if it would be rude to not at least greet any guests they may have.  Obi-Wan asked if this meant they would not listen to their proposal.  Bayaar responded saying that tradition is to make an offering to the council that fits their needs.  The council asks for them to hand the council a handful of wool taken from a white male Surepp…..

 

 

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