Oy. And now I get to describe it - after my computer froze and it's now the next day. But, if you stare into my eyes, I'll make you believe it's still Saturday. LoL.

I was so happy to get out of the house, even wearing my Mary Janes and spring coat. Yay. I arrived at Montana's early (12:45), so texted Brian, and waited. It didn't take him too long to drive over. We quickly ordered dwinkies. Mine was bourbon with frozen raspberry purée. It was yummy, so I had another one! I was ravenous so ordered the large rack of ribs that were perfectly cooked. I also had the skillet of sizzling 'shrooms. I ended up bringing the sweet potato fries, sauce, coleslaw, and cornbread home. I even decided against dessert.

We talked about so many things and, if I keep my fingers crossed, he might join me on a special trip next year. Hmmmm. Now there are more possibilities in my future. We played with my iPad. We began to pack up early, with me taking the goodies he'd brought me: the printer ink cartridges, a big box of my fave crackers, and four more pretty jars of his amazing jam!

My driver arrived early (3:50) and we were merrily on our way. He was a real card, expressed amazement that "I" was a Senior and said that Brian and I looked to be of similar ages. We talked about everything. When I got home, I sent Brian a whole bunch of forgotten points. And then I read my emails. I had one from my Week 3 team leader, apologizing for not responding sooner to my retirement letter. I also had another one from the worship coordinator. But the most stunning email was from Rev. Jeff, announcing that all services would be cancelled on Sunday. However, he would be using the webcast facilities to give his Lesson.

After that, I took advantage of improved bright sight and watched last night's MacGyver. And, unfortunately, I'm back in back-spasm land. The two drinks had offered me a tasty reprieve, but now I've gulped down my Robax. ::crosses fingers::
So, there was another co-conspirator under the bed yesterday: a baggie of wrapped chockies. After I'd done a lot of work, I rewarded myself with a Turtle. Sadly, it was the last one.

This morning, I awoke to no pain around 7 and with a tiny bit of decent sight. So, I quickly cued up last night's Picard (an extended epi again - so I'm not complaining) and was delighted to see two more Next Gen alumni. No spoilers, but … awww.

After that reprieve, I got back into … uh … back-breaking work. Moved stuff around in the bathroom and steam-cleaned it. That was a lot to do. Then I got to drag myself into a hot shower. Unfortunately, the muscles weren't having any of it. Sigh. So I've been suffering for the rest of the day.

Today's distraction was reading and commenting on Savage Love. I also (finally) sent my retirement notice about dropping out of the Anointers' & Communion Servers' Ministry after 25 years. In the evening, I watched my usual judge and game shows, as well as MacGyver - even though my eyes were mostly closed, so I missed the presumably shocking ending. Sigh. I'll have to rewatch.

Right now, I'm just hanging on until midnight when I can take my bedtime pills and hope for decent sleep. I still have a few things to clean tomorrow morning before Brian arrives around 1. At least I've managed to remove one task from his Herculean list: I figured out how to move from tab to tab (and we all know how much I love multiple tabs) in I.E. Yay me!
I was a bit surprised to get an email from Rev. Jeff about the placement of things during the month of December. Why? Well, because people finally realized that putting obstacles in front of the blind Blonde's path is so not a good thing. Especially when one obstacle in particular, the Advent wreath on a stand holding lighted candles! So, in order to allow me to serve (and Rev. Jeff mentioned me by name, yikes!) they're making the adjustment which also involves the signer to move from his position. When I make a ripple, it spreads. But I can just see the worst case scenario and them trying to explain to the insurance people why they had placed a fire hazard directly In. My. Path.

Anyway, it's reassuring to see that occasionally people are thinking about me. If I want to be cynical, I can say it took my having a bad fall to get their butts in gear. But I'll be charitable instead!
So, I set my cellphone alarm with trepidation last night, not having used it for months. Set for 7, so naturally I woke up before 6. Sigh. There was fresh snow on the ground but it was hovering around 34. My ride was laaaaate and I was turning into a popsicle sitting outside. But I still arrived at the mall just in time to get money and then go have my pedicure. Oh, my feet feel divine. And I have silver sparkly polish. I was also given samples of two face products and I think in the new year I'll be treating myself to specialized facials. 'cuz I so deserve it! And, alas, my face needs it.

When I left that section of the mall, I was walking outdoors when a woman grabbed me by the left arm. Outraged, I turned to see who dared … and it was my hair stylist just wanting to say hi and that she'd see me next week. Okay, heart, start beating again. After that, I hit the drugstore where I spent lots of money on lipshine, two glittering eye shadows, and mascara. Oh … and ::whispers:: chocolate.

Finally, I got to the supermarket where I stocked up on avocados, 'nanas, tiny clementines (even though I wanted mandarins), cocktail tomatoes, rye bread, seasoned boneless lamb leg (for Kissymas dinner). And buffalo wings for tonight (which I haven't had yet). My ride came on time and I was home before 3. Woo-hoo.

Did my new weekly job of editing Sunday News (which keeps my English skills sharp and gives me a sneak peek). After that, I watched my game shows and then last night's N.C.I.S. shows. I don't know what they were thinking: the original was all sappy about a found baby (and pairing people off) whilc the spinoff was just grotesque, with a high body count. Just horrid.

Well, I'm going to enjoy just a wee chicken snack and a glass of rose. And hope I can sleep in as long as my body needs tomorrow morning. Please, universe.
OMG. I can't believe I stayed up until 3:45. Especially as I was reading a chaptered fic, one which the writer draws out in agonizing stretches. But-but-but, it's so satisfyingly villainous. At least I'm caught up … because - damn - I so do not need these stayping-up-half-the-night stints.

I woke up to the alarm at 7:15 (mega groans) but I had to book my trips for next Wednesday. Then I vegged until I was forced to have a nap for about 3 hours. Felt almost human when I woke up. So, I'm having kittens with forwarding attachments for the blind group. Today was so not the day to try to fix things. However, I was also surprised to receive this week's church publication a day early. And was delighted to find only two wee errors in it. Hmmm. I think they're becoming much more cautious knowing that eagle-eyes are observing.

Caught up on some TV including Monday's Murdoch Mysteries and Frankie Drake Mysteries. I also spent about two frustrating hours placing my grocery order (with the colours all borked). Hoping I get everything I ordered as some things are treats. Now I think I'm going to watch a bit more TV and relax. ::yawns widely for emphasis::
At least my burden was reduced today. Still woke up to the alarm at 8:30 and immediately got to work editing the church's newsletter, etc. Luckily, our fab organist (who was a minister until he was tossed out because of his orientation) had already found some major boo-boos last night; so I got to add or move commas of parenthetical clauses and do all the fiddly things. I was finished after 11. And then I could finally veg.

Watched last night's shows (BBT, Young Sheldon) and my judge shows. Decided to treat myself to some of the goodies I'd bought yesterday. I opened one box, expecting individual chocolate-covered macadamia nuts (like yummm), but was disappointed to find the macadamia version of Turtles. Um, this is so not the decadent experience I was anticipating (and the last time I had the nuts, they'd been flown directly from Hawaii by a vendor and distributed as Christmas prezzies. So I know from Macadamia nuts!

So you'd think that, once I was finished with the writing, I could sit and enjoy reading lots of great fics. You'd be wrong. My monitor is not obeying me. And, then, Firefox crashed and Chrome was difficult. Right - my computer doesn't want me sitting in front of it. Okay, I can take a hint. I'll read my library book instead.
To bed at 2:20 and, despite stirring when SuM was leaving for work, I managed to sleep all the way to 10:30, though my nose was stuffed up. But, still, 8 hours is wonderful.

The rest of the morning disappeared into think air. I watched my usual judge shows in the afternoon, then was on my computer. Sent Brian a synopsis of what I've been doing, what's not so good, and what's absolutely horrid (like crashing docs).

In the evening, SuM, S. and I finally got around to watching the documentary "The Fruit Machine" about how deliberately obsessed both the armed forces and government had been about seeking out LGBTQ people and throwing them out. Several affected people had been interviewed, with photos and film clips from decades ago. One was a very compassionate woman in our church choir. It was so painful to watch her recounting her experience. They had been treated as nothing more than deviants, traitors, and their interrogations were right out of McCarthy's playbook. Definitely a time when Canada did not rock, when civil servants justified their employment by harassing people and - the usual - asking for how they had sex! Anyway, I think I'll be giving her a big hug when I see her this Sunday.

As if I didn't have enough to do (lol), I had made a major complaint at church about a month ago about their shoddy (aka nonexistent) proofreading. I offered to help. So, now, I'm on a team of people checking over our Sunday News (Order of Service). I looked it over, taking only a few minutes and finding a whole lot of bad things. I emailed them off and went to put out the next fire, aka posting fic.

I finally posted my first SGA Reversebang fic to AO3. Now I just have to figure out how to post to the community, especially as I don't have a word doc and will have to do C&P from AO3. Why does life have to be so complicated? Anyway, must go and do eeeeet!
Plus waking up at 5ish has left me feeling like a limp noodle. On the plus side, it was sunny though cool, the treats were good, and I had an epiphany on what kind of person gets involved in the anointing and communion serving ministry. So I have lots of ideas I'll have to send to the workshop leaders.

I had a long time to sit waiting for my bus after. It showed up around 1 and I finally got home. When I did, I immediately went to FB Live to watch the Jeopardy! All-Star ::snickers:: draft. There were people there whom I don't even remember, so I wonder whether they played in the years before I got a digital TV. It'll be interesting.

Went to bed to watch the news and fell asleep immediately, waking up to the Jeopardy! tune. Thank you, body. Tried to read more of the Swedish book, but I'll let the loan expire and borrow it again. Maybe I'll have better luck this week (inbetween my meetings, I guess).

SuM and S came home mid afternoon, so I am officially relieved of cat care. I have no idea whether they have any special tactics in mind to try to find S or if they're just hoping for the best of luck when Grumpy reappeared after a really LONG absence. SuM had thought him gone for good. ::crosses fingers:: Anyway, I need to crawl into my cozy bed. I'm already wearing my velour top and wrapped up in my cozy capelet. I know it's only the FIRST day of fall. Sigh.
Mind you, I don't even know if the moon is visible tonight, but I can imagine me being brighter! So, I had an incredibly fabulous day that began at 5:35 in the morning. I tried to semi-tame my shaggy hair and then had a leisurely lead-up to being picked up before 9. Instead of wearing my gorgeous jagged striped mango/azalea top, I decided to just sling my diaphanous tropical pastel sarong around my neck … so it even resembled a clerical stole. Yes, I am devious. I was dropped off at church at 9:10, with so much time to relax. I drank a whole bottle of Starbucks Frappuccino and, then, when I went in to the Sanctuary after 10, took a muscle relaxant. Everybody was so kind, patient, and understanding, as they walked me through the various components.

I was thrilled that my closest friends were there (church-John, Ash, Jan) and Ash even filmed me and posted it to FB. Ack! The still of me staring at Rev. Jeff is priceless, as I look at him with such admiration and respect. There were a few missteps (especially as I didn't bow in unison) but, hey, I couldn't see them bowing. I was in a lot of pain by the end of the service as I'd done both the Processional and Recessional, then stood for the rest of the opening hymn and again behind the Altar before and after Communion. So, the reason I was chosen was because of my avid PR work on social media (namely FB). Rev. Jeff said such lovely things for the entire world to see and hear! When I got home and posted my review (it took around the same amount of time as usual), he commented "You are pretty awesome!" And you wonder why I'm still smiling???

I took a bit of a break to have soup and watch the news. And then I got onto my other volunteer activity having to do with the blind group's emails. Now I am so zonked and my right knee is screaming at me. Hey, universe, will you reward me with a fabulous night of sleep, please? Kthxbi.
Yes, my spidey-sense instincts were on the ball. Even if I can't believe it, the Assistant Pastor confirmed with me that I will be the congregational co-consecrant at Communion this Sunday. She said it was high time I was so honoured. And here I go, smiling … again. Mind you, what with the blindness and mobility, I'll have to do a bit more rehearsing Sunday morning. I also agreed to recess at the end of the service as long as I can grab my white cane. So, I haven't told anyone - well, except for all of you - so it'll be a surprise to all my friends.

The day seemed to go on endlessly - or is that because I had no chores to do. But I'll need to hunt up my clear nail polish before Sunday. And try to do something with the unfortunate mop on my head. So I took it easy, lying in bed and watching TV, also reading a tiny bit even though I'm not enthusiastic about October's book choice. Also did some admin duties for the blind group.

Even the signal for both internet and TV was the best it's been ever. ::glances around suspiciously:: Should I look for evidence of alien tampering? Nah, I'm just going to take my smile off to bed and share it with the piggies and the old tiger. Nighty-night.
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( Mar. 19th, 2018 11:43 pm)
So, more excellent sleep last night, culminating in waking up at ... 8:42. Yes, my body teases me with its alignment with clocks. OTOH, I woke up in the middle of a dream of Brian and me on vacay that involved hotel rooms. I don't remember anything else, but the rooms figured prominently.

S. informed me that she's off to visit her parents tomorrow for the rest of the weeks. Ooooh. I hope the cats like really LOUD movies, 'cuz I have a bunch I want to play so the sound consumes me, starting with "Lawrence of Arabia". Can't wait.

Did my due diligence regarding my volunteering by sending an email to the new worship volunteer boss (she's really sweet). Watched a mostly incomprehensible SNL. I guess it doesn't help when I don't watch loads of current TV shows, so the only thing I (you know enjoy is so the wrong word) understand is the political ::coughs:: humour. I also watched the season ender of Murdoch Mysteries which was sad and tragic, but had a hopeful ending. Thank goodness all shows don't need to end on a cliffie.
Well, whatever I am, I'm also the featured writer in the online edition of the church's newsletter, will also be in this Sunday's printed order of service, and apparently also somewhere on the church's website. This was the sekrit project I was asked to create, to write around 200 (I nudged that number up) words about ANYTHING having to do with my involvement in the church. With about 36 hours' notice. Oh, sure, I said. NO problem.

Ha! As if. First, I had to try to figure out the angle, and how I could make it attractive for others to WANT to volunteer. After a few false starts (where I just deleted anything I'd typed), I finally figured it out ... and sent it in by Wednesday evening, about 12 hours early. Then I waited ... and worried ... whether what I wrote would be considered too outrageous. But I was safe, and even complimented by the communications director. Phew. The article was just released and I can tell there are some church people around with a wacky sense of humour, as they used my smirking retirement party picture from 2006.

Okay, blondie, breathe ::practises IN-OUT-IN-OUT:: and tell us about the rest of your day. Well, the best thing is that I got to sleep in until 7:22. I managed to finish reading the "Murdoch" book. I was surprised that he had sex in it - but then I was late to the show and didn't know what kinds of experiences he'd had before Julia (whom I'd expected to have taken the lead after they married). Right now, I'm about to start on the second book, as my iPad had run out of juice.

I was supposed to do chores (minimum of sorting and rearranging my cleaning supplies under the vanity). But, nooooooo, yowled the pain, especially in my feet. Thou shalt not clean today. And, speaking of yowling, I was so relieved when Grumpy deigned to come in when I called. It had been another cool day. Weird, weird summer. I also dozed off again and dreamt about Grumpy and dog-like behaviour in a "Murdoch" scenario. Okay, enough dreaming for me.

Beyond the usual news and games shows, I had MacGyver on in the background while doing nothing. And THAT was the sum and substance of my day. ::crosses fingers for less pain tomorrow::
Yay also for the cats letting me sleep in until around 9:30. That was most gracious of them. I had an oddly discombobulated day. No pressure to do stuff. Finally got in the shower after 2:00 and exited with no intent to style my hair. Yup, no product (as I'm getting my hair coloured tomorrow morning).

Church-John finally gave me a pickup time of 6:30. It was another hot, sunny day which I enjoyed briefly as I sat waiting for him. Oh, look. Our mutual friend was in the car, having returned from a couple years' visit to Taiwan. We were among the first to arrive at church and sat in the first row of desks (the meeting was in our LGBT high school in the basement).

The proposed pastor was introduced to us after we heard about the selection process. He spoke for a while, then entertained questions from a large-ish audience. After that, there were refreshments at which time people could approach him. As I had my walker and the desks were arranged in a square, I didn't even try. C-J brought me a coke and a couple pieces of baked goods. But, after that, as we were still there, I got to meet Jeff for myself. I reminded him that I'd friended him on FB and what I do best in my volunteering. Naturally, I'm hoping the vote on Sunday will confirm his election by an overwhelming majority. ::crosses fingers::

Anyway, I was happy to be home (later than expected) and safely escorted inside by c-J. Now I really should think about bed. ::thinks about bed:: Yes, I am silly. A lot. Also having lovely thoughts of the harbour boat tour as Brian confirmed he bought my ticket, so we're all set for an hour of fun. Let's end the day with another yay!
The symmetry and synchronicity is spectacular. So, what's the what? Well, I received an e-mail from Brent's exec. assistant saying they'd like to honour me this coming Sunday for my devoted service summaries as Volunteer of the Week. It's the second time I've been so honoured (the first time two decades ago for running the Information Centre - as well as receiving a formal annual award for that function). What a coincidence that they chose the same week as my 26th Anniversary of becoming a member. Anyway, I'm just tickled pink. I guess I'll have to curl my hair on Saturday night and wear something pretty. Yes, I can still be vain.

Would have liked to have had another hour of sleep, but woke up at 8:00. Watched last night's N.C.I.S. Nola in the morning. Semi-dozed in the afternoon. I think I should get investigative credit for solving tonight's N.C.I.S. early in the show. I couldn't really get into Bull tonight because it involved huge gaming tournaments. So not interested. Anyway, I want to catch up with the rest of the world before bed, so I'll just press Post and skedaddle off ... with a smile.
Welcome to aggravation central. So I figured out the battery to the fireplace must be shot in the remote. I found a spare (bought by church-John when he gave me the fireplace) and replaced it. Wah. Where's the click? No click. ::pouts:: So I guess I'll have to bring the remote to church to ask if I inserted it correctly?

At least on the food front I was finally served. The meals arrived around 11:30 and I had pork with stuffing (that included raisins!) for lunch.

Finally watched last night's Bull while awake and was shocked to see how much of it I'd missed yesterday. Also, awwwww. In the evening, stumbled through a less-than-exciting Dragon's Den holiday special. Yawn.

Finally received a formal request regarding my running the volunteer registration on Christmas Eve and responded that I wouldn't be attending, primarily due to my health. Hey, they don't need to know it's also mental health.

Bed is serenading me with lullabies. I need one, stat. And I have to wake up early to book rides. No fun. So it's off to bed I go.
Posting them here so I can remind myself.

Mentioned to church-John this morning that I'm seriously considering the following:
1- NOT attending the Christmas Eve service as it's lost some of its lustre over the years. Even (or especially) when I was with M, we'd only attended one year (2002?) - and it had been a while since I'd attended before then, especially when I could no longer volunteer as a combined Communion server and Usher but was still busy coordinating the Christmas Day dinner at church. I wasn't too thrilled last year to be seated way too far back (for me) in the Orchestra section, without a large-print program which meant I couldn't even follow the carol lyrics, and my seatmate was a floor Captain so she was away from her seat for most of the service. Certainly didn't promote the warm fuzzies inside, though I did feel appreciated as the Registrar of all volunteers. However it had been a lovely gesture for c-J to drive down from his home just to be able to get me home safely.

2- NOT attending the Christmas Day dinner at church. Now this is a big deal. I'd continued attending (actually being in charge) since 1991, whether or not I was in a relationship. Everything ended when I was heartbroken to experience a theft in the church somewhere during the night between Christmas Eve and Christmas Day (I believe it was in 2001). The thieves made off with my special red lace tablecloths, boxes of fancy Christmas crackers, and some other things, leaving me to scramble to try to decorate the tables with odds and ends. For the past several years, the day (along with Thanksgiving Day in October) has been one of the set celebrations for me and my chosen sisters Jan and RS, so I'm sure they'll be disappointed to hear that I'm not attending. But, then, c-J said I might probably be much happier to stay at home, all comfy and cozy in front of the fireplace without having to rush about, relying on my rides provider to get me there and hoping a kind soul might get me home safely. Huh. I just noticed I'd used "get me home safely" twice. No, no anxiety there, right?

Oh, my. I think I just did a whole bunch of growing up with these two decisions. I may as well continue the absentee option by not attending the regular morning service on Christmas Day. I know, I know. Too. Much. Church. By staying home, I can still watch the webcast and write my review, so I will have continued to participate and support it in my own unique way. Anyway, it feels funny to have arrived at these decisions exactly 5 weeks before Christmas Day. Then, again, I always did like tidy patterns.
Up at 5:08, 32 minutes before the alarm but the benefit was I didn't have to hear the blasted alarm. But, baby, it's cold outside. That meant turtleneck sweater, boots and Irish cape. I feel ridiculous. Sigh. My ride came at 9:15 and whisked me off directly to church where I socialized with my friends in the Café until it was time for the service. It was what I called a subdued Sunday. There were some things that were ethereal (the choir singing a piece that had some connection to Auschwitz) and soothingly warm (my fave cellist improvising as usual), but I think my poor brain was just too frozen.

It took a while for the organizers of the volunteer appreciation event to get their act together, so we were just hanging around (and I was getting hungrier by the minute). And, then, when they started, they just had to spend more time on speeches, a bonding exercise, a sing-a-long(!), and handing out crappy-looking certificates (sigh) before we could get food. Oh, wait. There's no place to sit!!??!! So they dragged rows of chairs into the centre of the social hall, expecting people to put full paper plates on their laps. ::rolls eyes:: Church-John went up to get food for both of us and we sat at the end of the dessert table (as if anyone would dare to tell moi to move). The food was of a good quality (especially the egg salad wraps). C-J and I spoke to a couple of people, found out the Spanish service IS webcast, but otherwise remained on the periphery. And, then, we left. I know, I know. What a letdown.

Got in after 3 to encounter SuM holding a totally shorn Diva. Oh, poor cold kitty. So SuM had to go off to the discount store to get the cat a wooly onesie! ::shakes head some more:: I was too wishy-washy to write my review immediately (also had Grumpy as company for a while), but did manage to post it by 6. Had hoped to watch MasterChef Canada but the stupid golf went 30 minutes overtime and then I dozed off during the cooking. Sigh (doing a lot of that today). Will try to rewatch on the network's site.

Both Ash and RS didn't make it to church. Well, they didn't miss much. Now I have to wonder whether I should even try to approach the two guys (c-J wondered whether it had been such a poor execution because it was guys) and diplomatically suggest some logistical improvements. Anyway, I'm glad all I have to look forward to for tomorrow is relaxing. I do like the sound of that!
Oh, what a joy. I figure I must have been even more exhausted from the travel yesterday than is normal for me. I went to bed a few minutes before midnight and didn't wake up until AFTER 8:30. It felt amazing. As I was stumbling about in the dark (the beauty of blinds), I was shocked to find a fluffy white cloud (aka Diva) sleeping on a dining chair. Hmmm. Secret incursion by at least one cat. She ended up spending most of the day with me.

Another terrific thing is that the communications director at church, acting as sysadmin of the worship planning platform, managed to restore my ability to use my volunteer account. He fixed my name and that seemed to unlock all the features. What a ::giggles:: blessed relief. He got a dolphin squeal and many thanks from me.

Beyond that, I was overcome by the molasses of lassitude (ooh, I like the repeated sound of the "ss"). Didn't call the drugstore for my prescriptions. Bad blonde! Didn't do anything else either. Which means I'll have to order my groceries tomorrow, as I don't trust myself tonight. Would probably forget half my shopping list. So I think I'm just going to pour myself a Perrier and read for a while. And hope for more healing sleep. Nighty-night, all.
The only satisfying thing was the mathematical purity of my wakeup time: 8:24. I kinda like it.

The worst thing I did today, considering the absence of first-run TV, was to spend too many hours reading a Very. Bad. Fic. that was - unfortunately - compelling despite its badness.

And that led me to examine my sparse stats for 2015. Sigh. I wrote two entertaining stories for [community profile] romancingmcshep and am really looking forward to writing at least two more for this February just as soon as all the prompts are revealed. However, those fics only used up 8,592 words of my brain. That was very depressing. If it weren't for the fact that I produced a smidge shy of 16K words in total covering my church service reviews, I would have really been depressed. But at least I was producing something with a socially redeeming value! And I know that I've invented a unique role for myself within the church, so I'm proud of myself. Okay, okay ... I'm making myself feel a bit better. Must remain positive that there are still ideas in my brain that are waiting to be released.

Watched my game shows and was sad to see the latest Jeopardy! champ get beaten. And I had a couple of naps, too. OTOH, if my body had to order me to nap, I guess I needed them. So I accede. But I'll be hoping for a better day tomorrow (as it begins to warm up again).
Naturally, you must know I'm describing my Sunday, even if I was forced (forced, I tell you) to wear socks and closed-toe shoes (because I wasn't in the mood to walk through cold dew ::shudders::) and a beret (because I didn't want to gum up my hair with product prior to colouring). My driver was early, but so was I and soon he was taking me on a sightseeing trip on a sunny morning. Even with the extra time to pick up another passenger, I still arrived at church before 9:45.

Chatted with loads of people (I especially like including all the names in my FB summaries). Ashley texted both church-John and me, sending her regrets. So we gave her part of the pew away! I was thrilled NOT to be on duty today. Why? Because the music director had scheduled my absolutely favest hymn (if you discount the Lord's Prayer), namely "When Peace Like A River" as the second Communion hymn. I got to belt it out, only pausing a few seconds when receiving Communion! C-J had brought me the batteries and light bulbs he'd purchased and also asked whether I need a dish drainer and tray, because he has one he doesn't need. Why do I get the impression he's cleaning up his place ONLY by giving away his extra clutter. ::chuckles but accepts good fortune::

My cab was early and the driver was playing my fave classical music station for a very serene ride home. When I got in, I scurried over to my computer to write something appropriate, different, captivating. Talk about putting pressure on myself. After I posted (and finished my laundry), I went out onto the back deck to capture the last of the sun's rays. I didn't know Ce-Ce had also been out, but she was on her hind legs, leaning against the screen door, telling me, "In, Auntie'lenka, in," so I let her in. But Diva, oh Diva. She'd been lounging when I'd come home and was so not interested in coming in. We both relaxed, listening to the tinkling wind chimes, for nearly an hour. Then I propelled her at the door and, thankfully, she accepted my suggestion. Oy. Cats.

I was surprised to see the response my FB post had generated. One of my friends, a clergy candidate, asked if she could share. Hee. Normally, people don't ask. I also found out that I and my weekly summaries had been a topic of conversation at the Town Hall Meeting held immediately after the service, ostensibly for the purpose of discussing Brent's transition to retirement. As our fave Sulu actor would say, "Oh, myyy." Indeed. And I'm thrilled to have found one small way in which i can contribute in my own unique manner (hmm, sorta goes with the subject of today's Lesson).

Enjoyed my dinner of baked chicken and 'taters with butter, along with a Bloody Caesar. Many of my friends tried photographing the lunar eclipse, etc., but stupid clouds spoiled their plans. Still, I hope someone may have captured the action.
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