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Okay, blondie, I'll bite. Just HOW cold was it?
Well, I was in bed before 5 p.m. and nodded off, waking up five hours later. Sleep in a toasty-warm bed and protecting my poor swollen fingers (arthritis, natch) was more important than eating(!) - though I'd had minestrone when I got home - or relaxing. And definitely more important than trying to write a review of the service - especially when there was no webcast to fall back on.
Going back another 12 hours, I had the displeasure of waking up at 4:51, freezing. Luckily, my Irish cape was at the bottom of the bed, so I drew it over me to trap lots of warm air underneath. But I just couldn't get back to sleep and got up. Good thing I had stories to read.
It was a shock going outside to find a white-covered world. Wow, had it ever come down overnight. My driver had a hard time getting through unplowed streets, so I was relieved to get to church around 10. Church-John (and our friend Brian) were well enough to make it to church, but Ash decided to have a sleepy day instead. C-J surprised me with a gift of probiotics (to tide me over); another wonderful surprise was to find a young dark-long-haired and bearded man slide into the pew next to me. It was Stephen, my Esperanto friend whom I'd met at our General Conference in TO back in 2001. As it had been early July, he'd been wearing a short-sleeved tee and a sarong. Well, def. not sarong weather today!
We had amazing music and a passionate sermon from Rev. Jeff today as we celebrated MLK day. So I'm sad that I was too cold to write today. But, then, not only was I on duty, I also fell during the service. Before Communion, I misjudged where to sit until Communion (the sun was in my eyes), and fell down onto the drummer's soft gear! Luckily, there were two guys to pull me up. Oy. The only damage was to my pride! Anyway, Stephen took down my email (he lives in Cambridge and had come to TO for a party) so I hope we'll be able to stay in touch. [He said he's seen me on the webcast, so that was reassuring.]
Anyway, now that I'm up, there are some fine biscuits (from pre-Christmas) with my name on them. Perhaps even some hot chocolate. ::shivers:: And, then, back to bed!
Well, I was in bed before 5 p.m. and nodded off, waking up five hours later. Sleep in a toasty-warm bed and protecting my poor swollen fingers (arthritis, natch) was more important than eating(!) - though I'd had minestrone when I got home - or relaxing. And definitely more important than trying to write a review of the service - especially when there was no webcast to fall back on.
Going back another 12 hours, I had the displeasure of waking up at 4:51, freezing. Luckily, my Irish cape was at the bottom of the bed, so I drew it over me to trap lots of warm air underneath. But I just couldn't get back to sleep and got up. Good thing I had stories to read.
It was a shock going outside to find a white-covered world. Wow, had it ever come down overnight. My driver had a hard time getting through unplowed streets, so I was relieved to get to church around 10. Church-John (and our friend Brian) were well enough to make it to church, but Ash decided to have a sleepy day instead. C-J surprised me with a gift of probiotics (to tide me over); another wonderful surprise was to find a young dark-long-haired and bearded man slide into the pew next to me. It was Stephen, my Esperanto friend whom I'd met at our General Conference in TO back in 2001. As it had been early July, he'd been wearing a short-sleeved tee and a sarong. Well, def. not sarong weather today!
We had amazing music and a passionate sermon from Rev. Jeff today as we celebrated MLK day. So I'm sad that I was too cold to write today. But, then, not only was I on duty, I also fell during the service. Before Communion, I misjudged where to sit until Communion (the sun was in my eyes), and fell down onto the drummer's soft gear! Luckily, there were two guys to pull me up. Oy. The only damage was to my pride! Anyway, Stephen took down my email (he lives in Cambridge and had come to TO for a party) so I hope we'll be able to stay in touch. [He said he's seen me on the webcast, so that was reassuring.]
Anyway, now that I'm up, there are some fine biscuits (from pre-Christmas) with my name on them. Perhaps even some hot chocolate. ::shivers:: And, then, back to bed!
