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... and I tell you all about it.
Going outside this morning was bliss, with cloudy skies, cool temps and a delightful breeze. I was picked up earlyish (9:10) and, as the only passenger, arrived at church really early. I didn't mind sitting outside at all, simply enjoying myself.
Brent is still away on vacay (though it felt strange to see John there). As almost nobody was standing up during the one-minute celebration, I popped up to rejoice that the weather had changed - FINALLY! Rev. Don presided while Rev. Deana preached (on how the original meaning of evangelism has been totally coopted by the fundies). However, to my surprise, Rev. Don did not consecrate communion. Rev. Deana did. When I asked him later outside (with two of the other Holy Rollers, including my lovely chosen mummy, Ruby), he mentioned he didn't do it because he can't sing (and we have a sung communion).
I managed to weasel fabulous news out of church-John. He's been living in a condo way west of me, but had been talking about packing, so today I confronted him. It turns out he'd been thinking of moving for a while (now that his uncle is in a nursing home). He was going to dinner with friends last week who were invited out-of-the-blue by other friends to a bbq. When his friends asked if they could bring him along, too, the answer was yes. The inviters live in a lovely street in Cabbagetown (a former mayor lives there, too) where I used to attend parties in the 90s. They mentioned they were looking for someone to move into the vacant bedroom and John decided to do it. He even brought his cat and dog over to see if they meshed with the owners' two doggies. And they did! The rent is ::rolls my eyes in incredulity:: anazing. The house owners work, so John would have the place to himself most of the time. He can also start to be more active and not worry about a 30+ minute drive to get home. I'm simply thrilled for him ... and obviously can't wait to be invited over. Yay!
I wasn't picked up until 12:55 (the time I'd been given), so I had loads of time to hang out with my friends outside. My cab driver was wonderful. He said it would be no problem to drop me off at the pharmacy. He also drove me through the neighbourhood of my childhood. I pointed out the street I'd grown up on, after mentioning how a Polish neighbourhood had turned Portuguese. Yes, I'm such an informative person!
My fave pharmacist was on duty, so helped me find my supplements. And then I went and bought lovely, lovely, lovely foodies, including a bag of gold-plated cherries and a basket of peaches. I haven't checked the bill, though it was scarily high, so the cherries must have contributed to its eek-some total. And, then, while I struggled home, the temp was rising, the clouds dissipating and the humidity rising. But, wait, there's more. The pronation of my right food was severe and the pain excruciating. And the velcro was coming off. ::growls in frustration::
I was so relieved to get home and relax. I had my 3-hour nap in the evening, so I can stay up now and read. I'm in the middle of a hilarious anti-Romney PDF (courtesy of SLOG, naturally). I think I'll send the link to church-John so he'll get a chuckle, too. And, in a nutshell, that was my Sunday!
Going outside this morning was bliss, with cloudy skies, cool temps and a delightful breeze. I was picked up earlyish (9:10) and, as the only passenger, arrived at church really early. I didn't mind sitting outside at all, simply enjoying myself.
Brent is still away on vacay (though it felt strange to see John there). As almost nobody was standing up during the one-minute celebration, I popped up to rejoice that the weather had changed - FINALLY! Rev. Don presided while Rev. Deana preached (on how the original meaning of evangelism has been totally coopted by the fundies). However, to my surprise, Rev. Don did not consecrate communion. Rev. Deana did. When I asked him later outside (with two of the other Holy Rollers, including my lovely chosen mummy, Ruby), he mentioned he didn't do it because he can't sing (and we have a sung communion).
I managed to weasel fabulous news out of church-John. He's been living in a condo way west of me, but had been talking about packing, so today I confronted him. It turns out he'd been thinking of moving for a while (now that his uncle is in a nursing home). He was going to dinner with friends last week who were invited out-of-the-blue by other friends to a bbq. When his friends asked if they could bring him along, too, the answer was yes. The inviters live in a lovely street in Cabbagetown (a former mayor lives there, too) where I used to attend parties in the 90s. They mentioned they were looking for someone to move into the vacant bedroom and John decided to do it. He even brought his cat and dog over to see if they meshed with the owners' two doggies. And they did! The rent is ::rolls my eyes in incredulity:: anazing. The house owners work, so John would have the place to himself most of the time. He can also start to be more active and not worry about a 30+ minute drive to get home. I'm simply thrilled for him ... and obviously can't wait to be invited over. Yay!
I wasn't picked up until 12:55 (the time I'd been given), so I had loads of time to hang out with my friends outside. My cab driver was wonderful. He said it would be no problem to drop me off at the pharmacy. He also drove me through the neighbourhood of my childhood. I pointed out the street I'd grown up on, after mentioning how a Polish neighbourhood had turned Portuguese. Yes, I'm such an informative person!
My fave pharmacist was on duty, so helped me find my supplements. And then I went and bought lovely, lovely, lovely foodies, including a bag of gold-plated cherries and a basket of peaches. I haven't checked the bill, though it was scarily high, so the cherries must have contributed to its eek-some total. And, then, while I struggled home, the temp was rising, the clouds dissipating and the humidity rising. But, wait, there's more. The pronation of my right food was severe and the pain excruciating. And the velcro was coming off. ::growls in frustration::
I was so relieved to get home and relax. I had my 3-hour nap in the evening, so I can stay up now and read. I'm in the middle of a hilarious anti-Romney PDF (courtesy of SLOG, naturally). I think I'll send the link to church-John so he'll get a chuckle, too. And, in a nutshell, that was my Sunday!
