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I was sitting outside at 8:10 for an 8:20 pickup. At least it was 34F and no snow yet. My expected bus cancelled on me, but its replacement (with a funny and charming driver who told me he'd driven me before) arrived at 8:38. He got me to the church exactly at 9 a.m. For an 11 a.m. service. Sigh. At least I didn't mind relaxing and chatting with my friends at a table.
There was tons of sun streaming through the windows - perfect for the light-bulb theme (Epiphany Sunday). The choir sang a sublime "Auld Lang Syne" (not the trad. melody) and our musical guest was from "Come From Away". Church-John thought he looked yummy. He also had a lovely voice.
After church, we all drove to the site of one of my fave restos, under new management. We celebrated Ash's and c-J's birthdays along with 5 others - including Brent and John. I almost never see Brent these days (liberally and figuratively). Unfortunately, my lunch did not agree with me. I'd had mulled wine for my drink and a lovely lobster-shrimp bisque with two soft slices of garlic baguette. Then came Eggs Benny with smoked chicken on a croissant. There was also a side salad, home fries, and a slice of cantaloupe and orange on the plate. Well, here's another thing that getting older means I shouldn't eat: raw onion (even though it tasted so good). I didn't even touch the home fries not that I really cared.
Anyway, c-J took me to a bank machine, then drove me home. When we got in, he figured out my fireplace remote batteries were dead and located the controls on the side. Luckily, my hand is small and I can use them easily. After he left, I really began to suffer gastric distress, so crawled into bed for a mostly miserable two-hour nap. When I got up, I knew there was NO way I'd be writing a review of today's service (so there goes my major resolution). I hope I can do it tomorrow. In the meantime, I have pills I have to swallow with the utmost delicacy. Sigh.
There was tons of sun streaming through the windows - perfect for the light-bulb theme (Epiphany Sunday). The choir sang a sublime "Auld Lang Syne" (not the trad. melody) and our musical guest was from "Come From Away". Church-John thought he looked yummy. He also had a lovely voice.
After church, we all drove to the site of one of my fave restos, under new management. We celebrated Ash's and c-J's birthdays along with 5 others - including Brent and John. I almost never see Brent these days (liberally and figuratively). Unfortunately, my lunch did not agree with me. I'd had mulled wine for my drink and a lovely lobster-shrimp bisque with two soft slices of garlic baguette. Then came Eggs Benny with smoked chicken on a croissant. There was also a side salad, home fries, and a slice of cantaloupe and orange on the plate. Well, here's another thing that getting older means I shouldn't eat: raw onion (even though it tasted so good). I didn't even touch the home fries not that I really cared.
Anyway, c-J took me to a bank machine, then drove me home. When we got in, he figured out my fireplace remote batteries were dead and located the controls on the side. Luckily, my hand is small and I can use them easily. After he left, I really began to suffer gastric distress, so crawled into bed for a mostly miserable two-hour nap. When I got up, I knew there was NO way I'd be writing a review of today's service (so there goes my major resolution). I hope I can do it tomorrow. In the meantime, I have pills I have to swallow with the utmost delicacy. Sigh.
Tags:
- celebration,
- chosen family,
- church,
- food,
- friends,
- life,
- music,
- pain,
- sleep