Katie slept over at Dax’s last night. They are looking for an apartment together. These next two sentences deleted on the insistence of counsel, who is currently shaking her perkily coiffed head and pointing to a sign indicating how long things you don’t want to be reminded of last on the internet. Yeah, darlin’, I see it. Oh well. Katie can’t live here forever, and much though the prospect fails to entrance me, it’s her life, not mine.
Yesterday was not a complete writeoff; I got a couple of things I needed to do done, I went to church (how early do I have to get there to precede Dave T? The man’s driving 15 times the distance I do and he still beats me!), did set up, watched everybody take my set up apart and make it better (weird and uncomfortable and full of fail on my part, but in my defense my instructions were unclear), took it all down except the basement, ’cause Sue did it for me so I could drive Carol home, (and may I just interject that when you’re asked to do a service on less than 12 hours’ notice – Rev Katie was ill – and you do it that well, you can expect me to be impressed, thank you Sue and an early happy birthday because I will likely forget) – next two sentences deleted involving pee and ice cream; I burned up a piece of paper with all the things I want to get rid of out of my life on it (personal failings) for the Fire Communion, realized that as much as I love the lyrics of Tennyson’s Ring Out Wild Bells, the choon as limned in the hymnal blows a dozer, and you know what? I ain’t writing a new one. We have the best of accompanists in David, but a song leader would be optimal. I also cooked curried chicken, got in a walk in the blazing sunshine, and took the banner home to be Amazed. Ralph told me I might like a new book he’d heard about called Godless Religion or maybe it’s called Religion without God. After all, the experience of awe and wonder belongs to all hoomins.
So, did that sentence about the banner irk you? Amaze is powdered enzyme tucked in with a lot of surfactants. I don’t actually know the ingredients but that’s my guess. The old outdoor church banner (which we just started hanging out front again since we have the perfect railing to tie it to and it magically reappeared from wherever it had been in storage) is covered in an unlovely combination of urban grime, Vancouver exterior mold, & soap scum from the last attempt to clean it; suffice it to say that it’s so filthy that the scuff marks are impossible to tell from the dirt. I hope to clean the banner today, and I so hope it comes out cleaner, and that I can winkle the dirt out of the creases.
(later…. I’ve been consulting experts, and recommendations have been made, incl. GooGone).
I went to Candace’s and collected my music stuff so I can take it to Conflikt.
Spent some quality time with Katie.
Visited with Keith and Paul for a while.
I am extremely sad and upset about something that I can’t talk about here, but I won’t dodge that I’m upset. I’m autism spectrum and I don’t actually get a lot of the social BS and I shouldn’t bother teasing people, especially when I already know the person I’m teasing is (this observation deleted) and in chronic physical pain. I would have preferred an opportunity to fix it, but such is life. It is a loss. Another one. I could write a long self justifying rant, but that is precisely what… oh, never mind. So many other people have that covered these days….
Today, we sing. Keith has decided to join me and Paul; we’ll be heading over to Tom and Peggy’s this afternoon. That’s going to happen, period. Not enough singing in my life and I have to debut two new songs. I am so happy Paul’s job dragged him out to Vancouver. I couldn’t invent Tom and Peggy and they are so spectacularly wonderful, I can’t imagine life without them now.
Since my chances of actually getting it all done are minimal, I propose NOT mentioning my list today. But there are three items on it…. I will report back success. If any. Singing doesn’t count; that’s going to happen today without fail.
