1. I didn’t want to be at church this am. My mOm’s in town.
2. Nobody else volunteered to open after two appeals by the board member who got a competing (good reason, though) event and so could not open. So I did. My training consisted of being told what to do, nothing in writing, and being handed two keys.
3. I got to the church and discovered that the set up person and both greeters hadn’t turned up in a timely way. So there I am slinging hymnals and folding orders of service, but the GREAT THING ABOUT BEACON is that if somebody sees you doing something they come and HELP. So after about ten minutes I was no longer crabby. I wasn’t there by myself and it was all good.
4. The service I will not complain about although I could. There is a reason why intergenerational services aren’t as well attended as other services once you get past the notion that all the kids are there so their parents are too. Any time I see the little-littles I get all goofy in the smile department.
5. If you’re closing as well as opening, you have to be the last person to leave. I put the key in the front door and it didn’t flipping work. I breathed a silent prayer of thanksgiving that the caretaker was on site, conveyed my sad intelligence that I couldn’t lock the flipping front door, and went home and poured myself a very well deserved beer. Thus concludes the train wreck portion of the morning, with one final comment. If we don’t do something about the fucking sound system, I’m going to go all Doukhobor at the next church service and either strip naked or torch something or both.
6. Then conveyed mOm to Katie’s place and exposed her to the many animals there.
7. Then conveyed mOm to Paul’s place for Tea and Macadamia nut cookies.
8. Now the smell of roast pork is filling the house. Aiming to get the roast out about 4:15, 4:30.
9. Then, I will convey mOm to the ferry. Then, TRUE BLOOD and TREME. Life is good.
