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Woke up officially at 5:50. Decided it was close enough to 6:12 to turn the alarm off. Disappointed at how the day felt, all lumbering and humid. Even worse, when I walked out, it was raining. Boo. Hiss.
felt a bit better just to be at church when I got there. But the service was just too "peppy" with the special choir whose members are mostly refugees from the Caribbean or Africa. Our guest preacher was from our church in DC. I'd never seen her before, but she had a beautiful voice which made consecration special. I'll be watching for it when I watch the webcast tomorrow. I was on duty, as were church-John and Ash.
After the service, I found out to my dismay that there is no longer a public acknowledgment of birthdays in the social hall, only serving of birthday mini cupcakes. Aww. I was looking forward to saying that I had just turned "23 times three"! At least I got to stand in the Sanctuary for the special prayer. I just grabbed the support pole in front of the drummer and hung on!
When c-J was finished, he drove our friend Bri and me to the restaurant where Brent washolding court uh celebrating his 69th. When I greeted him, I told him what I would have said at church! I was tempted by what c-J ordered (fusilli pasta, rose cream sauce, smoked chicken and bacon), but decided on the risotto with tiger shrimp and calamari rings. It was SENSATIONAL! I had a glass of rose with it. Before the end of lunch, Brent made his rounds to all the tables in the party - about 70 guests. And the restaurant delivered a small cake with two candles on it.
When c-J drove me home, he stopped for money for me from the banking machine. He also paid me for the blind group's trip to Stratford. When he carried my coat in, I unwrapped the chimes I'd bought over a month ago to show him. And he fought my pearl necklace trying to undo the clasp because I'd worn all my beautiful pearls with my slinky black blouse and jumper.
When he left, I paid for our tickets via Interac and then spent most of the afternoon dealing with very persistent people ordering trip tickets! Or signing up for pub night. Whew. Then I had some cheesies (yuck) and a can of tonic water (I thought I'd chosen root beer). More yuck! Okay, time for a wee nap. And that was my day. Tomorrow I get to thank peeps for their good wishes. But more sleeps first.
felt a bit better just to be at church when I got there. But the service was just too "peppy" with the special choir whose members are mostly refugees from the Caribbean or Africa. Our guest preacher was from our church in DC. I'd never seen her before, but she had a beautiful voice which made consecration special. I'll be watching for it when I watch the webcast tomorrow. I was on duty, as were church-John and Ash.
After the service, I found out to my dismay that there is no longer a public acknowledgment of birthdays in the social hall, only serving of birthday mini cupcakes. Aww. I was looking forward to saying that I had just turned "23 times three"! At least I got to stand in the Sanctuary for the special prayer. I just grabbed the support pole in front of the drummer and hung on!
When c-J was finished, he drove our friend Bri and me to the restaurant where Brent was
When c-J drove me home, he stopped for money for me from the banking machine. He also paid me for the blind group's trip to Stratford. When he carried my coat in, I unwrapped the chimes I'd bought over a month ago to show him. And he fought my pearl necklace trying to undo the clasp because I'd worn all my beautiful pearls with my slinky black blouse and jumper.
When he left, I paid for our tickets via Interac and then spent most of the afternoon dealing with very persistent people ordering trip tickets! Or signing up for pub night. Whew. Then I had some cheesies (yuck) and a can of tonic water (I thought I'd chosen root beer). More yuck! Okay, time for a wee nap. And that was my day. Tomorrow I get to thank peeps for their good wishes. But more sleeps first.
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